Feeling like scrap

A day of trying to find out the fate of my faithful, plucky, old and injured car, Betty, and an all day meeting, followed by giving a late massage.

Note to dear reader: this car is not my beloved Betty though we both feel a little like this car.

Note to self: for the next big holiday, take a day or two off beforehand...

Please accept my apologies for being so far behind. All is well and I'm certainly not complaining but I do miss your journals.