I’m spending this morning pulling out more information from an assortment of articles in preparation for the writing of a paper due Monday.  In my mind it’s already written, but I need to clarify positions in the articles to make sure I’m headed in the right direction.

Meanwhile I’ve made plans to take husband’s aunt who is 93 to Ann Arbor on Saturday for lunch with my aunt and uncle, after which we are going to the Matthaei Botanical garden’s spring flower show where I hope we all get uplifted by looking at (and smelling) fresh spring flowers in bloom.  I really can’t afford to give up a weekend day of studying so late in the semester, and I’ve waffled about making these arrangements all week.  But this morning I just decided to do what my heart says is right and figure out how to get everything else done later.

In the end, it’s my belief that doing what feels right will turn out fine.  And even if it means that I don’t get a perfectly wonderful paper written, and instead turn in a somewhat fine paper, well, that’s OK, because in the long run it’s not the paper that is important.  Family is overarchingly important.  A spring afternoon in a beautiful garden is important.  Watching someone you love enjoy themselves is important.  Taking time to smile is very important.