days weeks months

days weeks months years go by and i can't seem to find the time to accomplish anything on my to do list. in fact i can't even seem to find the time to make a to do list. i don't work on fridays. friday arrives with promise. three days to accomplish much. three beautiful glorious days. each a gift. each filled with hope. and i proceed to squander each and every one of them. i guess i'm in a bad mood. sunday evening blues seeming to affect me more and more.



on a happier note.....this pedicure is about a month old and holding up beautifully