There’s snow in the forecast.  And I am so deeply happy.

About the snow.  Otherwise I’m feeling a little off – tired and irritable and pulled in a million directions.  I woke up tired and the whole day unfolded without whim or care to what I’d hoped it would be.  Days like today can be soul-crushingly disappointing.  Or they can just be ‘one of those days.’ I think it depends entirely on how mentally strong I’m feeling, how disciplined.

Today ended up being ‘one of those days’.  Despite trending hard the other way early in the day.  I did a longer than normal Peloton ride and John cooked up the last of our leftovers (someone — ahem, me— will have to grocery shop tomorrow.  Which I love.  So YAY!).  We watched the season finale of ‘Yellowstone,’ lit all our candles and snuggled on the loveseat.  Tomorrow hubs goes back to work and life begins again in 2022.  I have medicine on Friday (likely to be interesting as our usual commute into the city is prime predicted snow time).  Dora comes on Saturday (thank Jesus because the house is in dire need of better cleaning than I’ve done the past few weeks).  And then  Monday will roll around and we’ll be back in a rhythm — Lucy nosing us awake and our days taking their new normal shape.

Tonight we’re falling asleep to Fellowship and it’s painfully comforting.  We speak it to each other, the lines so familiar, so known, that it’s like our own love language.  I guess that’s thirteen and a half years of falling asleep with the same person.  The other half of my soul.

Xoxo, g