Day 1491: Too much

Yesterday was a day of too much, so I hope this post doesn’t contain too much for my readers.

Early in the day, I met with my friends Janet and Ray, with whom I’ve had too much fun over the years, and we had too much to eat for brunch.  Janet, Ray, and I  talked about too much, including how the new President of the United States had done too much during his first week in office.  We wondered if it was all too much for the country.

Then, I went to Janet and Ray’s wonderful home in West Boylston, Massachusetts, which has too much space for any two people with grown children.  I loved their place too much and took too much time taking pictures. I told Janet that, with all those photos,  creating today’s blog post might be too much for me. When I have too much to share, I often include too much imagery without too much explanation.

After I spent too much quality time with Janet, Ray, and their son Spencer,  I took too much of my realtor’s time on the phone trying to decide whether to put a bid on a house which might have too much space for me and my boyfriend  and which has a price that might be too much.

Finally, just when I thought I’d experienced too much for one day, I took a phone call from Joyce from a professional psychotherapy society.

I had too much concern that Joyce was going to ask me to serve on a committee.  I had decided that would be too much for me, since I’m recovering from too much heart surgery. Instead, Joyce asked me if I wanted to be President.  Because that was too much to take in, I asked

President of what?

Now I need to decide, before too much time passes, whether being President of that amazing organization would be too much for me. Because I don’t have too much confidence about my  Presidential skills, I wrote too much about that to Janet, including this:

I am in a state of shock right now because I just got a call from a member of my professional group psychotherapy organization and THEY ASKED IF I WANTED TO BE PRESIDENT! A very big deal. I didn’t see that coming. My explanation for this is that this is part of the national trend of having Presidents with no experience.

Have I written too much?

Would seventy photos from yesterday be too much for you?

 

If  any of those photos are causing too much eyestrain, you can enlarge any one without too much effort just by clicking on it.

I’m choosing this song without taking too much time to think about it:

Any comment you might leave would not be too much for me. It would be just right.

As usual, I have too much gratitude for all who helped me create this post and for you, of course!