It has been raining for the better part of two weeks. The sun came out yesterday so Number 2 and I slept on the deck and decided to bring the dog out with us. He did well until about 2 am, which is when he aggressively vomited at the foot of my bed. All I could do was pat his back like a little baby. Being 2 am, I was not about to get up and clean it up, (we were outside after all). Not surprisingly, there is no evidence of said puke this morning but I will still wash all the bedding, (which cuts into our Friday Fun Day). Even if it was all a dream, the linens have a slight moldy aroma from all the rain. The damp cotton smell mixed with pollen, sweat, and dirt reminds me of summers up north at my grandparents' house when it got so hot and humid, we had to sleep outside. Although, it seems like there were more lightning bugs back then. I am writing today because I stopped reading a book that I have wanted to read for a whi...
Book reviews, (mostly YA) combined with the life musings of an empty nester.