Seven times three

Three weeks in, three weeks in, that’s what I’ve been thinking about today. This is day 21, seven times three. I’m tired. This exercise in writing is both grueling and incredibly fulfilling. But now I’m tired.

We’ve had Wisconsin visitors almost every week for a month. I loved seeing them all, having every one of them here. I’m sad that they are gone. Why can’t they live just down the street from us? But now I’m tired. My brain just wants to think about crochet and chocolate, it doesn’t want to exert itself to come up with some semi-witty or entertaining or documentary writing piece.

I’m going to go crawl into my velour snowflake pants and head for the couch. I’ll leave you with this fall moment captured yesterday.