It’s chilly, rainy and utterly dreary here in Michigan today.
If you saw my Instagram this morning, you’ll know we had a bit of a long night with the big storms that rolled through (one of us loves them and one of us hates them).
It took all my effort but I officially made the jump from my bed . . . to the couch and that’s where I am, snuggled up with a mug of coffee (with Professor Moriarty’s face on it, in case you were wondering), wearing pants that would be too long on someone double my height (I was very ambitious about growing when I 13 and bought these . . . I haven’t grown since), staring longingly at old pictures of faraway places.
Don’t rainy days make you so nostalgic?
The wolf and I have an adventure coming up in June but I’m dying to plan another summer trip. Any recommendations?