Summer is ending . . .
Autumn is beginning (soon at least) . . .
It’s the end of this (unless wisdom dictates otherwise) . . 120 more words
I’m finally feeling that the light at the end of the tunnel is not the headlamp of the oncoming train, as the old joke goes. Although some things, like the speed bump in the survey plans at the day job, and my DH taking over my office (which is mostly okay, because I plan to transform another room into an office) mean it’s a two-steps forward, one-step back conga dance, the progress is still forward. 412 more words