It's a little bit scary, isn't it? March is here. Where has all the time gone? Summer will be here before you know it. Blink, and there's autumn.
Indeed, time has passed so quickly that I've been caught off guard. I usually try to write my posts on Sunday so that I won't have to hurry to write something during the week when, as Kristi so astutely pointed out, the evening funk sets in after a tiring day at work.
Alas! Time conspired against me this weekend. A series of intertwining events have left me bereft of wit and something good to post. (In my defense, I was ill all weekend and my cat tried to kill me.)
So with my most sincere apologies, I will pose a query and let that serve as my post. I have said before that little everyday acts can be magical. Hearing a piece of music that touches your soul, reconnecting with childhood memories, the smile of a dishy man (well, for me anyway!); all of these stir emotions in us and impact our loves in small and completely powerful ways.
I've found another little bit of everyday magic. It may not be quite as profound as music or memories, but while I was feeling so very ill this weekend this little bit of magic helped me relax and recuperate. And that, ladies and gents, is the magic of a warm blanket straight from the dryer. There's nothing better.
Or is there? What little bit of everyday magic do you perform when you need a bit of happiness?