the title of this blog post is a lot more melodramatic than its actual contents.
sorry to disappoint.
i feel like i have so much to say, but don't know how to say it.
i'm going to blame it on the fact that i've spent the entire week poring over primary sources.
(as an aside: part of me feels a bit guilty for snooping into people's private diaries from 200 years ago. another part of me says, "nope, don't need to feel guilty. it was the adams family, for crying out loud. they wanted people to look at their diaries." but heavens, they sure wrote a lot.)
but i guess the point is, i'm feeling a bit brain dead and i'm looking forward to general conference this weekend for a much-needed spiritual energy boost.
in other news, after-easter candy sales certainly don't disappoint in england:
"a dozen quail egglets." EGGLETS. the cutest thing ever. and this chocolate is amazing. almost the best thing that happened this week. not quite the best. but almost.
because other great things about this week included lunches and dinners with friends, late-night walks and talks, voice lessons (which is a blog post for another day--suffice it to say that i love them and have discovered an unknown love for opera), and daffodils on my kitchen table.
and finishing (at least for this week) looking at all of the primary sources i gathered from boston. that's definitely worth a sigh of relief.
and a dark chocolate egglet for the road.