be careful what you wish for...

Life as a homeowner is not idle. Especially when you travel all the time (for fun, now - not for work). Add to that the fact that I'm working full-time again (no Fridays off to catch up) and that Mr. BP and I keep attending social event after social event and.... well, it's no wonder we can't find the bills due in the clutter and have no idea where that favorite blue t-shirt is in the mound of laundry that deters us from daring to enter our tv room.

So in the midst of all this [self-inflicted] madness which makes up my life, I was wishing for the opportunity to just lay around and watch Pride and Prejudice all day. This is something I won't be able to do, I'm sure, until about New Year's 2022. Unless, of course, I throw my back out and become completely incapacitated. Which [also of course] is exactly what happened.

First I cried because it hurt. Then I cried because I realized I can't do *anything* I need to get done in this busy weekend before Thanksgiving. Then as BF was mopping the floor and cleaning the bathroom, I quit crying and put in Pride and Prejudice (the abbreviated Kiera Knightly version). And the next two hours were spent in pure bliss watching those boy-crazy Bennett girls from the comfort of the hardwood floor.

But to be honest being out of commission by force is not particularly enjoyable; I feel like a slug of a girlfriend as Mr. Wonderful brings me soup and grilled cheese. But it does give me the opportunity to thank you, God, for Mr. Wonderful - he really is fantastic. And while we're at it God, I do also appreciate the day off after all, but I think I'll be a little more specific about my wishes in the future.