Henry and I depart early tomorrow morning for a little trip-a-roo to see family and dear friends. We will leave my studly husband and bouncing dog to fend for themselves
a.k.a. eat Smith's sausages for supper every night.
I miss them already.
Well, Adam at least. Powers' breath has been really stinky lately.
Tonight, in Erie, the low is in the 51. 51!! Is that crazy or what? I have to admit, though, that the crisp air made me happy and made think of fall walks with the crunch, crunch of the leaves underfoot. I relayed this though to Adam and he proceeded to call me crazy because it needs to stay warm and sunny and Have I forgotten how long and cold winter is?
I guess I have!