It’s been month’s since I’ve sat at the keyboard and began a blog article.
Today is my day off. That being said, the last time I wrote a blog post, every day was a day off. Now I have a real work week. It’s summer and the urge to enjoy the sun and not do much of anything has taken over with a vengeance.
I think PJ is feeling the vibe as well. He’s snoozing in his crate right now. I took him in for his three-year rabies shot morning. That’s all we’re doing for this year. My twelve-
year old chihuahua (I’m assured) has gotten past the point where he needs the full battery of injections. They have always made him ill the day he gets them, and at his age there is a high likelihood that he’s developed immunity to just about everything that the shots are for.
So, nothing to do but enjoy the sun.
Jan and I are lovers. We’re best friends. We’re partners. We’re husband and wife. Not necessarily in that order.
The things l love most about Jan are her honesty, her adventurous spirit, her inner beauty, her sexy smile, her dedication to her career, her courage in keeping me on track, her commitment to our relationship, her love for our kids, her caring for her mom and everything else about her. If I had a life to live over, You would be in it, Sweetie.
I wish you a beautiful day. I love you.
I love fall. Late summer evenings get cooler, then chilly. The green in the trees around the lake is starting to shift ever-so-slightly to golds and russets. Dawn is later making an appearance. Dusk is earlier.
I guess the good is that I am maybe getting a little more sleep. The bad is that I’m just a little more resistant to getting on the treadmill or taking the dogs around the lake. I really don’t want to rush anything. I sometimes think that in a previous life that I might have been a tree. That time of the year to consider going dormant.
Not that my days are any less busy. It’s just that I’m maybe just a little more selective (away from full, omnipresent greens, to a little more of a variety of bright pastels).
Health-wise, I’m also becoming just a little more selective. And ready to set aside the not-stop snack food out on the deck, in favor of maybe a little more substantial and nutritionally sensitive meals around the dining room table. My mom’s homemade apple crisp recipe.
Okay. Now I’m hungry. Time to do some baking.
How does fall make you feel?