I just took a moment to catch up on blogs I haven't read for a while. Which reminded me that I haven't written for a while. Like May. Who has time? Every day I reflect that my time is not my own. It is my husbands, my kids, my jobs, my calling, my house I'm trying to sell, but not mine. I think it will be mine again someday. When I ponder that it seems delightful. Sighhhhhhh . . . . . .