Last quiet night before the storm: it’s lovely. And the minutes are going at their normal pace: not too fast, not too slow, just goldilocks-right.
Here’s to hot-water bags, grayish-green couches, snoozing pups, new girls on the way, and best-friend-husbands. Our changes are small, but they are good ones (for the most part.) Sharing stories and memories and the same general space and hopes and dreams and silly things: these are times to be treasured.
Fare thee well world, and to all a good night.