Goodbye snow, hello wind.
Look at the gust just trying to steal the brown leaves off this poor tree. The tree doesn't want to let go, but it's inevitable. Or is it? I love these winter thaws, even if they are just one tease after another.
The away messages are officially down, the kids are back in school, and my door is now open, as I answer questions and attempt to do five things at once. Winter break sure flies by when you're trapped in the house with sick kids, and then sick yourself. But I am on the mend, and I will prevail!
So here's a ponderous thought for a Monday. Do you think change, of any kind, is really a possibility, whether it's this or anything else? Do things ever really change? Or is it plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose?
I want to be: starry-eyed
Unfortunately, I am: cynical