I woke up this morning to the first snow of the season. I was just getting used to the idea of fall, the passing of Indian Summer and in no way feel ready for the holiday onslaught.
At 30 thousand plus words into the NaNo, I consider dropping out....
I never made it the cemetery to see my dad's name...
Right now, I'm wondering in what country has summer just begun and how long will it take me to pack and go there. What would it be like to enjoy summer for one year? I recognize that this is considered running and what I am running from? Although I could hazard a guess, my answer wouldn't be the weather.
I thought about calling my dad yesterday.
Barber's Adaggio is hardly holiday music, but it comforts me.
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Australia, here we come!
love, Susie
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