I was messaging my sister today and I mused how funny it is that we go through some things with our blinkers on.
“Like the horsies,” I wrote.
Blinders is what I meant, even though, until she called me on it, I would have sworn that horses wear blinkers. (It makes it so much easier for the old-order Mennonite traffic.)
So that’s what I’ve been up to lately—moving slowly through Word docs, cooking dinner at half speed,