First of all: I feel really good.
Mostly this is the work of antidepressants, but it’s also the work of the sun and few choice days off spent with people I love. I drove down to Oregon last week for a l-o-v-e-l-y 4 day weekend. I visited with my folks, hung out with my visiting Aunt Merilee and got some Grandma time in. I also swung up to Portland a bit early to get some sister bonding time as well. It was what the doctor ordered, because my drive back felt like I was on Cloud 9. Even after a day of hectic catching-up at work, I’m still grinning and peaceful feeling. Now all I need is about 10 more of these long weekends and I’m set.
This last one is poor quality (because I didn’t want to get out of my car and get Ripley into a tizzy, but it’s worth sharing: this dog is the most doggiest dog I’ve ever seen. He always lies at the very end of his leash and when you walk or drive by he lets out one “Woof.” and goes back to napping immediately. I’m surprised I caught him so alert.