Why does anticipation always, inevitably, at some point lead to disappointment?
Husband and I had the BEST time camping over the weekend. But eventually, we had to pack up and return home. We had to get back to laundry and cleaning and garden maintenance. We had to go back to real life. Of course, Sunday afternoon was beautiful and the windows were open and the breeze was fluttering the curtains and we happily set about settling back in. But eventually, Monday morning arrived and it became painfully obvious that all the anticipation I was feeling last week was gone.
I know I can’t go on vacation every weekend. I don’t expect to. But I want my anticipation back…
We are so closed to finished I can taste it! Three more weeks until graduation… Meanwhile, just a few more tweaks on my thesis and it’s off to the school for signatures and finally on to the copy center and the library for binding. It will feel so good to have the finished product in hand. This process has been a bit longer than anticipate, with many more tangents than expected (um, I ended up married??). But in all, I am proud to have accomplished so much. Thank you.
Please, please, please learn to use the doggy door. You will love it like nothing else once you figure it out. I promise. Really.
I’m sorry to be rude, but I’m glad I won’t see you again for another year.
88* today, but only 64* and raining on Wednesday? Can you please keep track of the days I get to go to the barn and see my little girl? I’d like to ride her, and I need warm, dry weather for that, thank you very much.
You do keep me on my toes!
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