Mila Mon-Tuesday

226 + 128 weeks

Today was the kind of day I've been dreaming about for months: cool, breezy, even some rain! Hello fall! It's about dang time you showed up!

Going outside for longer than 30 seconds and not breaking into a near-menopausal sweat made me want to burst into song a la Fraulein Maria on a mountainside. Instead, I spared myself and my neighbors the embarrassment and just pulled weeds while the girls splashed in puddles.

It was sufficient. They are happy. I am happy.

Of course their clothes are now filthy, my bum fell asleep from sitting too long on the sidewalk, and I've no idea what we're doing for dinner tonight, but I don't even care. Give my overheated soul a thousand more days like this. Please and thank you.