The weather is up then down. Wet, then sunny. It's cold. Sundays are always sort of 50/50; a day off, but slipping away like quicksilver trickling too quickly into another Monday.
It's a blue Sunday.
I'll miss him. I'll miss his breathtaking voice.
M took off this morning to head back for her second semester. She was home for a month, which was terrific. It was almost more difficult today because she left home; last time we dropped her off.
I'm already missing her.
Let's see if we can make this Monday get here a bit more quickly.