Nobody tells you how quiet and perfect 5 AM really is

I was up and in the living room at 5:30 this morning. That's too early even for me.

Labor Day brings a bittersweet goodbye to summer days

Labor Day has come and gone.
We'll be heading into those cold, dark, depressing days soon.

With respect and honor for those whose daily labor shapes the life of our communities

Woke up like this... still sleepy

There's not a lot to say about today. Cowboy went to morning service like he always does.
I'd barely turned around twice before he was back home. He muttered something sarcastic under his breath when I asked if he was home and went to bed.

My weekend involves running errands instead of running wild

Well, we got to the clinic. That's one clinic we're not going back to. Mind you, the place was really clean.
That wasn't the problem.

“You think you only have to survive the empty nest once, until you have to say goodbye again.”

We had a better night.
Badger was a bit droopy but perked up enough to do a bit of room rearranging and cook dinner.
Now she's back to drooping and saying she doesn't feel good.

Brain on strike, please try again later

It was a rough night, and I mean very rough.
Right now we're trying to decide if this is one of her migraines or maybe a virus.
Cowboy said it might be something she had eaten, and with recalls left and right I can't keep up with, that's a possibility.

Headache: my brain's way of saying "nope."

We've made it to Wednesday.
I woke up at 7 a.m. and, like I usually do, I opened the front door to see if my little stray was waiting outside.
She was waiting for me on the porch.
She’s braver about staying near me, but still not close enough to grab.

Going Private, Cleaning Up the Blog, and Trying to Shake Off These Blues

Hello September. I’m not even going to try to write today. It was just one of those days where nothing happened.

The sun shines differently in August. A little softer. A little slower. Like it knows what’s coming.

Another month gone.
The end of August hits, and here come the Facebook memes about the brrr months starting.
September brings in the start of fall, and I’m not ready for it.
I'm not ready for the cold and the dark and sad days that are sure to follow.

Everyone has their own emotional support. Mine is a sword.

Cowboy was gone most of the day.
He went to morning service, came home, took a nap, and went back to church for the deacon ordination service.
Cowboy would make a good deacon; he’s been at this church 25 years, but he’s always had to miss Wednesday service because of work.

Lower your expectations: I’m just Plain Jane. No jet-setting, no drama, no witty prose. Just home.

I don’t have very much I can write about today.
It was another quiet Saturday in a quiet town where the only excitement is when a cow gets loose and won’t move out of the road.

Morning vibes: headache and coffee. ☕

Have you ever had a morning where you wake up, look in the mirror, and ask yourself, “Self, was that really worth it?” I had one of those mornings.

Somewhere between the moon and the Cheeto, I went clean off the rails

Is it bad that when you click on Facebook, you kind of hunch your shoulders, grit your teeth, and barely peek at the first thing that pops up on there? Or that when you power the computer on and the news homepage pops up, you quickly click off as fast as you can?