Too Many Treats For a Day

I set out the day by dropping Sienna off at the camp. I went to have my teeth cleaned. And I rushed up north to get my massage – it would get discomfort out of my system. And then late in the evening, I was day-dreaming about this picture perfect image. I had a try a couple of weeks ago. Right then, my dear friend Y called. Without knowing what was going on in my head, she said she and her other half were coming with some special treats, bottled Guinness and dozens of lamb kebabs! Weird?! We didn’t read each other’s mind. We were sharing our mind. We couldn’t go to a bar because Sienna was sleeping and we didn’t want to leave behind either of us.

I don’t need so many treats to feel blessed. Instead, they make me feel guilty.