He who scatters weeps
I spent a good bit of yesterday on the couch, cuddled up next to my middle child. He was sick, thankfully with a mild stomach bug that simply required a day of sleep. While the sick day at home gave me the opportunity to do some much-need cleaning and organizing, I chafed at the restraint. Outside, spring taunted me. So far, September’s weather has been fickle, trying to decide whether to cling to the winter chill and clouds or to…