Chips

The coffee still tastes good out of a chipped cup...  If not better, because a chip means age, and maybe a nasty run-in with the kitchen sink, and good things come with time and experience.

My mission for the weekend is to accept the little chips of life as elements that add character.  Hope you'll do the same.

I also need to get reading...

 { my bedside table }

This always happens when I come home.  It's actually a 3-tiered problem, as follows.  (1) I am incapable of bringing just one or two books with me when I travel, I bring 6-7 because I never know what kind of mood I'll be in (needless to say I never finish all the books I bring), (2) I end up going through my old books I store here and finding a stack that I want to bring back with me, (3) I can't go a week without a stop in at the bookstore, especially when I'm home and our Barnes & Noble is oh so well stocked, so I end up buying a couple.  That I'm a nut goes without saying.

Happy weekend my friends.  Thanks for reading this week, it really means a lot to me.