I'm afraid if I mention being busy again you may all groan and run for the hills.
So instead, I'll share a bit of what is going on here.
A tiny bit of something wonderful is happening. After years of having my shop as a hobby that supported my fabric love (ahem), in the past year it has grown to be more than that. It is still very small, mind you. But the sales have become regular and I have become busy. The kind of busy that is real work, not just hobby fun. And so, I have added a good bit of more onto the always much to do list. Luckily for me, Joe is very supportive of this little dream of mine..... the only resistance is on my own part. It's a funny thing.... hobby becoming work. It's good. It's hard. It takes balance. That last part is the trickiest.
Last night though, I wanted nothing more than to curl up in front of the fireplace with a fresh library book. I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water so I could do just that. Then I saw the cabbage. Three of them. And the bag of apples a day past their prime. I had left them out on purpose. I had to either deal with them or put them away (again). I looked longingly at my book, sighed, and got out the knife. It took the remainder of the evening to make 3 quarts of applesauce and a half gallon of kraut, but I was glad to get the task done.
This morning the little kids (who stayed up way past their bedtime, they had to sample warm applesauce you know) slept in. I read a little by the fire and then got to work. I made my ever lengthening to do list and noticed much of it happens here. Work, school, food, reading, creative bits, and more.
Most everything wonderful happens here. Home.
For this, I am truly grateful.