Is there anything more discouraging than leaving work a tiny bit early and still arriving home after dark? (The back and forth of daylight savings can be a real downer!)
Some weeks you’re a whirling dervish at work. Other weeks you’re a snail. This is one of the latter weeks for me. At least our team is having fun!
Bridget and Ben continue to fight like cats and…uh…cats, but we’ve caught them snuggling nose to tail. Twice.
I haven’t gone for a run since Saturday. I say I’m resting my foot, but at 4:30 a.m., I’m pretty sure I’m resting my eyes.
The Boy and I ate lunch together downtown today. It was lovely. One should always enjoy warm soup on a cold day.
If it is cold and rainy this weekend, can I finish painting my half-painted front door? If I can’t, will our HOA complain if I won’t have time to finish the project until the middle of December?