sick day rambles

Hello girls, it's Friday. I miss all your squishy faces terribly (well not Mercy, because she's sitting right downstairs and I could be with her if I really wanted to.) I'm despretly hoping I don't have to work on Monday and I can go visit you guys, and spend the day, in our pajama's, eating your mom's food, probably watching Harry Potter or something long overdue because, let's be honest, do we ever do anything different? 

Ah this week has been so long and slow. I feel like it's never going to end. Tomorrow is supposedly Saturday, but do I really believe that? I'm not sure if I do. Time is weird, you know. 

I am basically in love with their relationship. 

Laura, cheers. 

Mercy, I love you.

Rose, I love Halloween. 

No but seriously, Autumn is my favorite season. The cooler air (not cold. Let us just clarify here for a second. I do not appreciate cold weather. I can handle cooler temperatures. But nothing that is classified as 'cold') and using candles. I have a little bit of an obsession with candles and listening to music and writing (read: tumbling) in my room by myself. It's really peaceful and calming and usually that's exactly what I need. It's hard because sometimes I feel like I need to be spending time with the family because we really only get evenings together now that school has started, but I really like alone time. I also like music from way back when. Preferably the 20's-50's. Any old time-y music is beautiful. I wonder if anyone is going to be listening to Downtown by Mackelmore (my current guilty pleasure song) in 100 years and think 'dang. I wish everyone listened to music like this.' I don't know. That's a really interesting thought. We'll see. Well actually. We'll probably be dead. But someone will be alive then. Unless... Jesus comes between now and then. Weird. You know sometimes I think that I'm not going to live until Jesus comes back, and then other times I'm sure that I'll never live to be an old and wrinkly lady because Jesus will have have come back long before then. And the suspense is almost agonizing. Again, time is weird. That's actually been a main theme of my life recently. Time is weird and people are crazy.

Okay, I have a slight headache (The whole family has been sick this week and it's annoying) and I think I need to go snuggle with the dog and read a book or two. SPEAKING OF WHICH. GHOST BOY BY MARTIN PISTORIUS IS A WONDERFUL BOOK. PLEASE GO READ IT. 

Okay, see you guys on Monday <3 Grace