For years now I’ve had trouble with Saturdays. I wake up okay. Breakfast is usually leisurely and great. But around 11:00 am I crash emotionally. I think it’s partly the pancakes and partly my Saturday expectations.
Clean the house!
Do the laundry!
Iron the transfers!
Clean up the yard!
Paint the commission!
Finish every painting on my table!
Spend time with Wes!
Finish the coloring book!
Go to the moon!
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So this Saturday, we did. (Go to the moon.) Sort of:
The Sand Dunes National Park, just 1.5 hours away…
(click to enlarge this one!)
It was the best Saturday ever. Highly recommended.