Sunday, September 6, 2015

The Only Thing Missing is You

Dear John,
 
College football season is here. Notre Dame trounced Texas last night. It was lovely. And it was good just to be watching football again. Thursday night the Steelers are on. I will be so sleep-deprived on Friday.
 
Yesterday seemed like two separate days - today feels like Monday. I worked Saturday, came home and had lunch, and was sleepy. So I stretched out for a nap and woke up almost three hours later. If the dog hadn't wanted to go out, I may have slept until morning. So I got up, fed them and myself, and watched the football game. It was well after midnight when I got to bed.
 
I wasn't feeling very good when I finally went to bed last night - headache, sore throat, swollen lymph nodes. We've had a nasty cold going around at work. So I didn't set the alarm, and I woke up at 11:20 this morning. Jethro and I both slept through Richard dropping off a bag of fresh corn for me.
 
I did finally get up. I emptied the litter boxes, took them outside, and hosed them out. And I swept, dusted, vacuumed, and cleaned the bathrooms. The house looks great, even if the yard doesn't. I needs mowing, but I'm not doing it at 90 degrees and high humidity. The grass will still be here after the weather breaks. I'm not the only person in the neighborhood who has reached that conclusion. We have lots of tall grass around here.
 
Tomorrow is Labor Day. It's supposed to be 90 and - you guessed it - humid. So I'll be staying inside enjoying the air conditioning. As always, there is plenty to do around here. And I have lots of knitting to get done before Christmas. I just started another pair of socks yesterday evening. This weekend is the calendar end of summer, and it seems to also be the meteorological last hurrah. I'm ready for fall.
 
Tonight it's warm and humid, and the crickets and tree frogs are singing their hearts out. There are lots of lightening bugs and fewer mosquitoes than earlier in the summer. The sky is clear and there are lots of stars. All my life I've loved summer nights. This one is a beauty. The only thing missing is you.
 
Come get me,
Joan.

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