Sunday, October 20, 2013


It's cloudy and windy and the bay is talking about making waves and the pine trees are trying to shush it and it's chilly and I had rotten dreams and it's time to wash all the sheets/towels/everything and I'm in a terrible mood but Jessie and Vergil and Greta are scampering around like...puppies on the beach. 
It is the day to go home and why can't I just blink an eye and have us there?
Time to crack some eggs. 


  1. You'll be in your favorite bed soon. One foot in front of the other. Watch the puppies scamper. Hugs.

  2. Sundays can be such a painful transition. That is a gorgeous photo, though. I saw some similar landscape when we drove down to Destin. I loved it.

  3. Star Trek travel, a snap of the fingers. But---laundry.

  4. Looks like a lovely gray day. I like those a lot. We had rain yesterday. Painting continues here. I am looking forward to a few days on the water next week. Maybe the deal is that you don't stay long enough on Dog Island?


Tell me, sweeties. Tell me what you think.