Palm Sundays and Manic Mondays

I forget sometimes how much I enjoy Lyle Lovett. Top 5 to be sure. One party week end fades into another. The cake for my grandparents turned out awesome. It was baked with love so by default it tasted better. I don't write in this very often any more, maybe because I tell all my secrets to someone. My life is in balance. I have good relationships, healthy ones without judgment or expectation. This week end is Easter and hopefully we will pull it together for some egg dying and lunch eating. After the stress of a big family shindig with the whole tree, it'll be nice to have a quiet afternoon in Tallahassee. I want to write more down, but I'm having a hard time articulating my thoughts. I think I'm still tired. More to come.