Sunday, October 20, 2013

Sunday

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?
Sigh. 
Time to crack some eggs. 

4 comments:

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

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  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.

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

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  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?

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