Funny thing about solitude . . . as I shared earlier,
I enjoyed some much needed solitude on Friday,
simply reveled in it yesterday, but now I'm ready
for hearth and home. Having said that, I've been
blest with yet another day and I find that I'm not
needing it nor wanting it. I have to laugh at myself.
Here I was thinking how wonderful a three-day
weekend would be, and yet, I'm finding day three
a bit much. Is it that by the very nature of the beast
we're never satisfied? Or, is it simply that truly only
a short get-away was needed? Maybe, it's like our
meals . . . we enjoy a proper dinner of various and
sundry, but only have a small dessert afterwards.
I doubt very much that any of us would care for just
a couple of bites of steak followed by an entire cake
for ourselves. My grandmother used to say, "Plenty
of salt followed by just a tad of sugar." Perhaps that's
the way of life as well.
demasiado
azúcar y sal de más
empalagado
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