RecipeMuncher

I’m at that place I’m so familiar with — the place where it seems as if I’m floating on a river lazily making its way to a point in the distance.  I could swim and get to wherever there is more quickly, or I can do what I’m doing —  floating.  Knowing time will pass and I’ll get there. And then I snap out of it.  Like this morning. Eight days before we leave for the UK.  Eight. After months and months of planning every single tiny detail, eight da (...)