|Wearing this stuff would almost beat drinking it....|
Then I looked at all the Fest-related stuff that I couldn't seem to wrap my head around.
Then I panicked and went for a walk -- saw a swallowtail butterfly, found some treasure, picked a flower, appreciated the clouds, determined that it was easily the best summer day of the season.
Then I pulled prints and organized postcards and ordered more product and walked around in circles, wringing my hands and verbally beating myself up.
Then I tried downloading a library book to my Kindle. (Stressed? Grab nearest book. Hide in it until better.)
Then I e-chatted with a librarian who dumbed the process down for me and walked me through it because I make things harder than they need to be, apparently.
Then I streamed a great book to myself -- Eggs by Jerry Spinelli (a fave author who writes for children and young adults).
Then I sunk into the hammock with it until the neighborhood came home from work and turned my quiet time into Crazy Town.
Then I poured myself a glass of homemade white lilac wine.
Then I grimaced mightily before growing accustomed to it. It's like drinking cologne -- tastes more horrid with each passing year but dang if your breath doesn't smell AMAZING afterward. (I suspect that when it kills you, any post-mortem people will thank you for it....).
Then I made popcorn for supper and watched an episode of Hercule Poirot.
And then I went to bed and willed the flowery goodness to knock any thoughts of Fest out of my head.