I don’t own a toaster.
It’s true. Counter space to me in valuable and I used a toaster so infrequently that when the last one puttered out I did not replace it. Instead, now when I crave toast I set the oven on low and put bread inside to toast a bit before I doctor it up with whatever…. butter, or peanut butter, or jelly…..
today was such a morning.
I prepped the oven and popped in the bread and went back to answering emails, working on laundry… and then as you can probably guess (the set up of my plot here is given away by the title of my post….) I burned it. Yup.
Currently I am toastless.
Ever the optimist, I will have to try again…
In other thoughts this morning, thank you to those of you who send me the occasional card of kindness. Seriously. You know who you are and I have to tell you when I open my mailbox and find a kind note or card from one of these awesome book connections I have here, I really do smile through my tears. I appreciate you all so much. Thank you for lifting me up. Each day is a little battle that I expect I am going to struggle with for a long long time… your kindness by taking the time to tell me you are here… you are caring. Seriously. No words. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
My car had a flat tire yesterday. SO today I will probably ride my bike to the library while waiting for the tire to be fixed. That is life.. I go on day to day, as I suspect many of you do as well… finding the middle road, trying to stay positive…
somewhere between burnt toast and a smile.