Thanks so much for the well-wishes… I am feeling much better, thank you. Generally, my misery does not love company (preferring, instead, dark and quiet and flannel and Jane Austin movies) but it was incredibly encouraging to emerge from the fog and find notes commiserating and cheering me on.
Just for pretends, let’s say you get to buy yourself ANYTHING you want. Anything.
Me? Oh, I’m on it. I call dibs on this sweater:
and this donkey (his name shall be Burrito):
Seems like I’ve dreamed of Frye boots before. Interesting. My tastes have significantly changed, though… thank goodness I didn’t go through with the last dream. Now, the donkey… I mean, honestly. I need him. I NEED HIM. Please. In your free time, won’t you write a letter of recommendation and good will to my husband and tell him you are in favor of adding a donkey to the TexasNorth pastures? I need your help.
While you were sleeping, Abby and I winged our way to California. I know, right?! My brother is being promoted today (to Major. In the US Air Force. It’s kind of a big deal.) and we wanted to be in all the photos. PLUS, there’s the little matter of Abby’s new cousin, Lucas, who made the trip completely and totally worth it. If all goes well, I’ll have some postcards to post while we’re away.
Curt is at home with Ry and Gus Man until Thursday morning. You heard me.
Now, just for kicks, what shall YOU be buying with your imaginary money?