That it's Thursday and I'm only just now getting around to posting scenes from last weekend is proof that things are flying by at warp speed around here. Yesterday it was summer, and now I'm all searching for vintage tinsel on the interwebs and planning Christmas craft parties. Heck, half the time I don't remember what I did yesterday (actually I don't remember what I did this morning).
Friends, I'm desperate for a pause button.
I did manage to pause for a nanosecond last Sunday to read and savor my coffee and just sort of stare into space (i.e. photo three above). The blissful spell of reflective solitude lasted all of 30 minutes before things kicked into decidedly un-Sunday like turbo mode at the Taylor house. But 30 minutes is 30 minutes. I'll take it. I'm not complaining. I just need to find 30 more. Stat.
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