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This has been one of those weeks where I’ve had a lot of trouble getting to sleep, and you know how you feel when you don’t get enough rest: tired, sluggish, irritable – not at your best. You sure don’t want to get up in the morning. Add to that, the after-effects of suffering from information overload, and feeling overwhelmed and frustrated from wanting to write so much about what you’re seeing but not having enough time in the day to do it – plus, cloudy skies and not a lot of sunlight, and you’ve got one moody blonde chica.
Well, imagine my pleasant surprise today when, as I’m headed out to the mailbox to put some letters I see a truck outside, with a huge picture of a mixture of flowers and sweet treats on its side. The delivery guy gets out of the truck, and has this big item in his hands, and asks, “Are you ST?” [real name withheld]. “Yes,” I answer, thinking, “no way that’s for me.”
It was. My best friend had sent me a Valentine treat of what’s called an “Edible Arrangement” – it was part Valentine’s day and late birthday gift:
She obviously knows me like a book, as it primarily consists of strawberries and pineapple, my favorite fruits.
Lemme tell ya – not only does it look good, but it smells delish, too. It’s such a pretty arrangement, though, that I’m torn on whether or not to open it, because I don’t want to mess it up I’ll probably break down and do it tomorrow.
Anyway, the moral of the story: Anyone who says they can go through life without the support of family and friends is lying, because if it weren’t for “R,” my day would have continued to be a crummy one.
It’s the little things, you know?