Weekends always seem to end too soon. How can it already be Sunday night, when it feels like the weekend just started?! I love the difference a day makes. I think three day weekends should become the norm. Even though we had something going on everyday from Friday night to Monday dinner plans, it was just right. It didn't fly by too fast. We were so accomplished with one extra day. To top it off the week goes by faster because we already blew through Monday.
So many times I can reflect on those little twenty four hours and how different life can be a day later. Take for example Miss GL's cold last week. Sunday was the onset of the runny nose, Monday was the onset of cough after sundown, Tuesday a bit better, Wednesday was fine. Each day the progression of the illness lessened, just the way my racing mind likes it. Thank heavens!
Or even better yet, a day later when deciding on airplane tickets. My hubby and I have been looking into purchasing tickets to visit family in New York. We were settling in on dates that work best for him to travel, where we wanted to fly into (the city or Albany), looking at ticket prices. Literally overnight our options went from $275 a ticket to $450 for the same tickets to NYC and the flights to Albany went up to $600. So, $1800 to fly to New York, yeah not so appealing. If I am spending $1800 to fly my family, the airplane is going to land in a destination that I don't understand the language or there could possibly be a beautiful beach within a stones throw. Bummer.
Just for a chuckle, you'll get what I am so into these days. One day you have an idea, you pick up some cedar lumber. Within twenty four hours the raised garden bed is built, seeds are busy germinating, and plants have been planted. Delight.
The next time, I am all wrapped up in the moment, unable to look ahead, I just need to stop and remember. Remember the difference a day makes.