Have you ever found yourself with a load of ironing to do, along with packing to move, cleaning your new-to-you abode, wondering what the heck to have for dinner, trying to find a reasonably-priced storage space, hoping someone will rescue all your potted plants, squeezing in as much Olympics action as possible, praying for a good joke so that you can laugh, getting rid of about a jillion condiments in the fridge because it’s time, deciding what to keep and what to donate from your closet AND remembering that life is good and all this is just part of life?
Oh. I guess that’s just me…