A Spoonful of Sugar

It's only Monday night and I'm sitting in my bed scavenging for a way to get back to the weekend past. I want my virginal Philadelphia back; with it's narrow petal pressed streets and pastel doors inlaid in vintage brick. I want to see the man who has wheel chaired his 89 year-old uncle down market street every day for the past ten years, smiling as he chats his way down the street with his dearest friend. I want the bustling market filled with fantastic Amish food straight from the farms. Give me back the kitten that slept in the bend of my legs, and the charismatic mutt that gave me the most play I've gotten in a span of time worthy of notation. Philadelphia, how I fell, so quickly, in love with you. And now I have to find a way to be content in this place, when all a I want is to do is carry a goldfish, take small steps, and recite "I want a vacation from my problems" (referential: What About Bob). But tonight i'll take heed to another weekend movie moment: 

The forecast is, sleeping with the window open, sipping tea from a mug (stating the time old truth- "You can take the girl out of Scotland, but you can't take Scotland out of the girl") and lighting Cedar incense... I'm counting on a good dream. 

For...

A robin feathering his nest
Has very little time to rest
While gathering his bits of twine and twig
Though quite intent in his pursuit
He has a merry tune to toot
He knows a song will move the job along - for

A Spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
The medicine go down-wown
The medicine go down 
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way

As I read what I've written, I can hear my mom's voice reminding me that the nest I'm building is perhaps more sugary than medicine-like. I'll allow myself to indulge in my exhaustion, but I know life is pretty fabulous. 

 Fare well tonight, 

Justine