Feet on fire, hands crackling with paper-thin skin after the top layer has peeled off. Eyes crying all over my shirt. But, I could not bear to stay inside any longer, so I ever so gently donned dark glasses, put on a pair of sandals and headed out on my scooter to do a few errands. The farmers’ market in downtown Long Beach was going strong, so I weaved my way through the crowd there before stopping for some Indian food that made my mouth tingle and my eyes cry even more than before. It was delicious and just what I needed before running a couple of errands.
I don’t know why it matters to me because often the days flow seamlessly from one into the other until I don’t even know when the week starts or ends, but I am ever so happy the weekend is here. Maybe it’s just because I get to see more of my sweet husband. That’s always enough to put a smile on my face.5 6 7 8
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