I’ve been busy.

My sweet little Jackson turned three last week, we adopted a dog, I had to travel to NY for a family occasion, and now am prepping for Thanksgiving.  Hubby’s been working my nerves and both of our jobs are icky (his much more so).  I’m praying for a miracle to hoist us back North where we belong.

I’m happy and sad and nostalgic and hopeful and calorie-laden all in one.  A greater amount of detail is required to paint the true picture, yet I lack the strength to produce.  Mea culpa.