Two weeks of "meh" followed by a weekend of me

"Meh" - three letters; one syllable; looks misspelled, but it ain't. When someone asks "How are you doing?" and sticks around for the answer, "meh" is how you respond when you're less than great, less than good, better than poor, and much better than lousy.

For the last two weeks, I've been "meh." Taste is off. Energy is a bit low. Hand inexplicably went numb a couple of times (for your Utah county people, "inexplicably" means something happened and you don't know why). On the other hand, had dinner with my grade school boyfriend (scribe: he's a cool cat, even if he and the wife used to sing Supertramp on the bus while giving each other googley eyes). Kid sister came into town from Seattle to accompany me on a weekend yoga retreat. No kids or hubby on said yoga retreat. Had lunch with Cheryl MacDonald (scribe: sp?) at Faustina. In the tug of war between the above, I've had two weeks of "meh."

My kid sister, Julie, and I took I-80 east past Park City en route to the second, maybe third annual yoga retreat with my dear friend, Amy Conn. The yoga retreat caters to persons with cancer and those that love them. It's an incredible experience. I'll report on the details when I return.

Happy Mother's Day to every woman who has the opportunity to care for a child (or children) she has brought into the world. Happy Mother's Day to every woman who has loved and/or showed compassion for a child not her own. And a particular Happy Mother's Day to every woman who has ever nurtured Ryan and/or Gabrielle. They are the caring, warm, tender, and spirited children they are because they are surrounded by people who love them.

XOXO

TL, Scribe, Gabrielle (fatigued after four Annie, Jr. shows in three nights), Ryan (ditto)