This morning I drove home through a rainbow and that is possibly the most hopeful thing I’ve said in 10 months.
Seven thirty in the morning on Thanksgiving Day and I have not yet released the chickens and ducks from their coop.
Currently, there is some kind of earth digging machine resting on its haunches in our front yard.
Waiting for Rain
The other night we managed to see the comet NEOWISE. All five of us. In our driveway.
I took this week off from work in an attempt to readjust all of the settings that are out of whack in my system, and yesterday I took our wee $50 kayak out on a nearby lake, alone.
I have tried many, many times during my life to be a runner.
So. How’s everybody doing?
Last night, finally, I brushed my teeth with my new sonic toothbrush and didn’t cry.
“Okay, Wednesday,” I say in the car. No one is really listening. Except they’re always listening. “Let’s do this.”