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Today was one of those days where I constantly felt like I had far more time than I actually did.  It was a bit annoying to tell you the truth.  I had this glorious list and all the energy in the world to do things above the ordinary today.  I was all psyched and stoked with another day off until I tried to get out of bed this morning.  I put it off.  And put it off.  And again.  Some more.  Finally managed to get my head off the pillow when the gardeners showed up to shear off the hedges.  What a traumatic experience that was.  My once fantastic vestiges of growth have been reduced to literal shadows of their former glory.  With the cold setting in, who knows when I will see them again?

Not uncommonly, this time of year gives me spring fever.  I was in Target today in search of a fabric softener ball (which is adamantly deemed unnecessary by my other half, but I refuse to give in and wash my clothes separate as a result) when I came across the gardening isle.  I have had a garden in some form or another since I was a child.  Seeing all the seeds gets my fingers itching.  I cannot wait to start planting again this year, and although we've only managed a couple of days of weather that even remotely resembles winter, I already want these days to pass so I can once again plunge my hands into soil.

By this time, I had completely forgotten my mission and had to actually be reminded by the very person trying to keep my from my purchase.  I also managed to buy a ridiculously expensive craft marker, find treasures to keep me occupied and my house a mess, clean the entire house, including mopping, in under an hour and still feel like I have nothing accomplished!

Although I'm only managing it with a few moments to spare, I also have today's pic.a.day prepared, which is aptly titled:

An Instant Upper
I am somewhat of a tea fanatic, and something that always manages to boost my mood is this particularly wonderful blend from Teavana, my absolute favorite teacup given to me by my fantastic older sister, and a little cream to blend it together.  I hope you folks had a wonderful day, as I made it with 8 minutes to spare!

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