After an afternoon of shopping with Momma, I sat down to finish the post I started on and there was no love in it. So here I am with a blank brain.

Well, not completely, it is thinking about the gigantic mess in my spare room.  It is too horrific for me to post a picture of it. Also, I think I may have lost a kitty in there; .then it drifts over towards the kitchen.  The dishwasher is swishing and swooshing water about.  Then it flashes forward to having to unload everything

Yes, this is the glamorous life of a single working woman.

It is a good life, just not as fancy free as some might imagine it to be.  The most important thing is that I am happy. Not jump over the moon happy, but a good almost settled kind of happy.  Real life isn’t glamorous.  It is lists of chores, sticking to a budget and window shopping on a winter afternoon. All and all, pretty close to perfect.