And Finally, The Wind Ceases

Owen just left. It's like, oh, you know? When you've been in a category four hurricane and then you're not any more?

Yeah. Like that.

When I was putting him in his car seat he pretended to be a lion and scratched me with his mighty claws and roared his mighty roar.

I'm gonna miss that kid.

Time to finish packing.

I'm so tired I don't even have the slightest idea what I'm doing.

Love...Ms. Moon