The Juggling Game
This is really about my life as it is these days. Sometimes I feel like I've bitten off more than I can chew. I certainly felt that way when we missed our plane connection in Denver and had to spend the night in the airport. I was getting over a cold and worn out from being at Mayhem in the Midlands in Omaha--though I had a wonderful time. I skipped my writing critique group this week because I knew I needed to stay home and rest. We are in the process of remodeling two downstairs bedrooms into one so we can move downstairs. I love my upstairs room, but hubby's knees give him fits at times and he'd like to stop having to climb up and down. The process has gone on for awhile as we've had to rely on a grandson and friends who did most of the work--far less expensive than the job done on the bathroom by professionals--and frankly the time wasn't any more. Hubby is finishing up and we'll soon be able to start hauling things down. Fortunately, the youth at church are