I am not making light of child labor, I promise. Just add this to the long list of things I feel guilty about. A long, long time ago I realized that guilt and shame are my default emotions and this little verse came to me which sort of sums it all up:
I guess that's why I adore my closest people so much. They DO know me and they still seem to like me okay. I don't take that sort of thing for granted. EVER.
Don't hate me because I'm beautiful, okay?
Anyway, I realized I felt chilly and went to turn down (up?) the AC which had been set in the low seventies to see that it was 69 degrees in the house. What?!
I went outside and it was so cool that I went back and changed into my winter outfit which is a pair of long overalls and a long-sleeved shirt. And that's what I'm still wearing. Hell! I even put socks on!
It's been gray all day and damp as SpongeBob SquarePants' underwear. Not a day conducive to great activity. I finished the mask I was working on and I did a little more sewing on my dress. I also finally cleaned the hen house. I went through Miss Darla's nest and took four more eggs out of it that were unmarked. I hope I'm not messing up her process. I know the eggs cool every time I take her off the nest and she has them arranged exactly as she wants them and I do disturb that.
We just can't seem to find anything we want to watch together. We tried some other movie a few nights ago that we hadn't seen. Crazy, Stupid Love.
Perhaps the best part of it is that I do not feel a bit guilty for having such a slow, sweet day. I just feel relaxed.