Today was horrid. Tomorrow isn’t looking good. I’m hopeful, but Hugo’s plane leaves in a few hours and we’re both still up.
No rest for the weary.
So not only am I going to be bleary eyed and half dead, I have to drive him to the airport, come home and work all day, worry my ass off, be lonely and bored, and THEN the real fun…I get to go pick him up.
Perfect end to a perfectly delightful month.
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Today I stepped out on the back porch (the screened one) and I nearly cried. The mountains were purply-blue with mist clinging to them. The sky was grey. The air was cool.
I just walked the dog, his pre bed pee pee you see, and it was COLD out. I was wishing for a hoodie.
My saving grace. It’s fall. It’s almost time for new beginnings. Almost.
