Everything in its place.

Life refuses, so often, to be arranged in the way that I think it ought to be. So I settle for arranging strawberries, which is second-best.

You know how it is.

It was good.

Walked for a cause. Finished reading Four and Twenty Blackbirds. Made fudge. Ate fudge. Talked to my sister on the phone. Talked to my mother on the phone. Wore flip-flops. Wore a flower on one finger. Ate Korean food with a friend. Bought wind chimes. Attempted to hang wind chimes. Watched a movie. Read Philippians.

Yes, it was very good.

Finally.

The kitchen rug that was begun last September, then stowed away and forgotten about until last week, is finished. Need I mention that I love it? It's cushy beyond belief; washing dishes has never been more fun.