There is something akin to peace, for now. That will end when the twins practice their trombone and trumpet later, attracting moose to the yard
There is something akin to peace, for now. That will end when the twins practice their trombone and trumpet later, attracting moose to the yard
Oh, October, you tempestuous beast, you. You offered a few celebrations in my small little world, but beyond our doors, the world went to hell. Again.
Or maybe the world just established permanent residency in hell. Who’s to say? (more…)
September is a difficult month in the base case: new routines, new stressors, new activities, meetings, supplies, a sense that we’re still miles away from living the new normal. Big holidays for some of us add to our bloated calendars. (more…)