174/366 - well hello, little cheery friend.
This week has just been all kinds of crazy. What you don't see in the picture above is that the sweet little rose is on the table surrounded by piles of books and papers; the table is surrounded by discarded sweatshirts and shoes people took off when they came in the door, and the whole house feels like (to me) a tidal wave of work I am never going to get done, ever. It reached a fever pitch on Thursday afternoon, so I went outside and clipped this little rose and then I cleared a spot in the middle of that table and I made it beautiful. Just that little spot, that is totally and completely within my control. That's what they call survival skills, friends.