"You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason." Ernest Hemmingway
The past few days I've been having hagelslag and strawberries on toast for breakfast. It's incredibly delicious. Healthy is debatable, but delicious for sure.
I sent off six postcards to various parts of the world earlier this week. Oregon, England, Tennessee, Kentucky, Texas...there's a very high likely-hood that at least one person won't get theirs, because I have a tendency to write addresses wrong.
We stopped by Speedway today to get an 89 cent slushie. I got the big one. 44 ounces of blue raspberry delicousness. I have a killer headache now; I'm blaming it on the high sugar content.
I have photos of my wall uploaded and ready to go, but for the past two days I've been trying to write a post to go with them and nothing.
There's not much going on with me. I miss France, and the heat is sucking my energy.