Grey

I always wonder if I should write grey or gray. I know that one is more British than the other and I can never remember which. Oh, well. My sweet friend, Elle reminded me about this here blog yesterday with some very kind words. Sincerely, I miss it. Talking into the ether and cataloging my thoughts? I miss that. I did start trying to journal in 2017 but I turned that into more of some shorter gratitude lists, which I’m happy to be doing – but blogging is so different and I miss it. I need to stop making promises and just let it be what it is. Maybe I’ll give it a refresh soon. Maybe.

Today is such a gloomy day. So far I’ve eaten a cupcake and played fetch off and on with Shiro. For a long while she’d stopped being interested in playing but I love that she does it.

We got our date for our countertop installation and if all goes well and we can get our handyman to come the following day I’ll be cooking NEXT WEEK. I can not even begin to tell you how huge that is since we’ve been eating out for far, far too long.

I still can’t believe this is our house. Still. For all of it’s imperfections and all of what we have left to do – I love it. I love having this space in the world with The Ethiopian. I love that we can do whatever we want (when money allows!) and it’s ours. OURS!