Mad Dogs and Englishmen
Uh... busybusybusy. And kinda stressed, kinda panicked about it, though trying really hard not to be. 'Cuz when i get stressed? My creativity seizes like sugar has been added to my gas tank or something. sigh. SO MUCH TO DO. But took Sunday afternoon off to go pick out pumpkins from a country patch and tool around the park with me doggity and husband in tow. Caught this crazy snap of the wolf cavorting through the long grasses.
Man, I really, really need a break. A whole week would be good. A whole week with a personal chef at my disposal. A cook, a baker, a candlestick maker. But many miles before I rest. Or is it sleep? Whatever. A whole lotta hoofing.