Now that the teenage boys are home, I've no choice but to go to town for groceries once a week. Thank goodness the fridge holds plenty of grub. Here it is yesterday afternoon after Emil helped me put away $250 worth.

I am always trying to figure out where my time goes.
Email to my friend J:
"I have just spent another day that looks like very little was accomplished; honestly I cannot tell Scott how it was filled, just that it was. I only actually 'worked' two hours and the rest was putzing (laundry, stoking fire, picking things up, putting things away), along with a couple phone calls, a bath, breakfast dishes, folding a bit of laundry and making a simple supper. Oh and a short walk. How can that possibly require an entire day? Not that it matters, as long as I'm happy, right? And I am."

J’s reply:
"The way you describe your days, that is how mine are now, and whenever I get a chance. You get a few things done, but the world doesn't change because of it, and for me, those are the best days. Because you've included a walk, some work, some cooking, some attention to others--I call that balance. Hard-working people may not think much of it, but I think balance is important when you can get it."

Yeah!