It's Friday night, which means I'm tired and my feet hurt. And I'm off tomorrow, which means that I don't have to set an alarm. The animals will wake me up early, but it's a much nicer way to wake up.
The fair was great. We were there from 2:00 to 7:00. I saw all the animals, ate a buffalo burger and half an elephant ear, got sunburned, was nuzzled by a goat and headbutted by a Belgian, and had a wonderful time. As I continue to turn into my mother, my skin is also getting more like hers. I was beet red this morning (but not tender), and am now moderately pink (and still not tender). I should be brown by this time tomorrow. Yesterday was the best day of the fair for weather - 80 and sunny. It was good to go back.
I'll mow tomorrow morning. I thought about doing it tonight, but by the time I got off work my feet hurt so bad that I decided not to. They'll feel better by morning. There's never a shortage of things that need doing around here. But I'm not going to push myself too hard tomorrow because Elyssa's birthday party is Sunday afternoon. It's always necessary to prioritize.
Tonight I'm remembering days we spent at the fair. It was always good. And it was good to go back yesterday. As always, I'm thankful that I can still live here, where we lived together for so long. Not long enough, but there can never be enough time with you, can there?