That feeling when the sun sets a little earlier, and you feel summer slipping out of reach

I always say I write to keep up with the days-it's Tuesday, I think.
Cowboy working Sunday really threw me off track, but I'm at least partially sure it’s Tuesday.

I don’t really have anything to write.
Today was just another day.

Badger did go to therapy, and she and Cowboy brought pizza home for dinner.
That was a blessing-aside from a few breakfast dishes, it meant no kitchen cleanup.

Heron got home, along with the drooling dog.
She’s made to be a dog at the girlfriend’s house, and she’s always a bit sad when he brings her back here.
I don’t mind dogs in my bed or on the couch-but the girlfriend doesn’t allow it.

Heron worked today, and as of 8:30 p.m., I still haven’t seen him.

I mean, you know, it's just another one of those days-Cowboy works, we sit.
Yeah, nothing exciting to write about.

Oh, we actually got rain. 
It's been a while, but that cleared out fairly quickly.
The sky looks stormy again, though-and it’s 8:30 p.m. as I type this.
We'll see if it rains again.

Badger and I did take a walk to the creek church.
I wanted to take some pictures for her birthday-I always try to post the most current photo of my kids I can.
I've gotten to where I just don't take pictures anymore.
She used me first to test her color settings but discovered we have two different skin tones.
I'm a lot more ghostly than she is.
I shared one of the test pictures and told the kids to be sure to use it for my obituary.
I'm not sure if they appreciate my sense of humor.

Other than that, it was TV, TV, and more TV.
Nothing much to write about.
Just trying to keep up with that slippery old time.