That's what seemed to happen to the fine, warm weather and the time this week, anyway. Boom! Just like that it's Sunday and freezing outside.
The sweetness of life, however, continues in little ways.
My father is here and building a bookcase out of the piano parts.
My sister brought over a heckuva lotta delicious barbecue from her and her fiance's new business venture.
Incidentally, I don't have to make food for about a week now, thanks to leftovers.
A fellow writer landed an agent, another has launched her first book and the Bumble Book Club was a balm to my weary spirit Wednesday night.
I discovered the best hiking trail nearby that actually made me feel like I was near the mountains. (Like Appalachian foothills, anyway.) I need some mountain or beach therapy, not sure when that's going to happen, but nice to have a little substitute to trick my brain.
No papers to grade this weekend! I actually did get to the bottom of the pile on my desk. Every letter of recommendation, college essay, assignment and odd job has been satisfactorily wrapped up at the moment.
Finally, despite her best efforts, Rose did NOT hack up a hairball on the carpet last night.
Spill it, reader. Any little thing you're grateful for today.