As the rain comes down from the nasty stormy weather that spread across the mid section of the country last night, I type. I'm stuck in a cycle of rising, working, returning, rising, working, returning. I look forward to the weekend and it's just a black hole in the week, never living up to my expectations.
I plod on.
I haven't heard, but O might be returning home from college for the T-Giving weekend. Wonderful! I miss him terribly, and I only hope that his returning home is not a letdown either. I can't see how it can be.