Nine minutes to go before midnight strikes and I’m just now thinking about writing. I wonder why it is suddenly so tough? I am fighting a strong desire to shut this down and delete every post – but I won’t. I refuse! I think it’s partly the red wine I’ve had two nights running – uncharacteristic, lately. Also the fact that things are changing – house about to settle, and with it the end of an era. All for the best.
We are dealing with an infestation of nasty mosquitoes. I gave Jesse what turned out to be the perfect anniversary present – a flying insect killing racquet. Works perfectly but still they come. The wee beasties aren’t learning!