Midnight on my street.
It's only 3 months late, but winter is apparently here. Finally!
I wish you could see better, but that's a cupid hanging on K's porch and shining at us from across the street.
Since I don't clock back into work until Monday afternoon, I don't have to worry about cursing myself & I can dare to talk about my week now that it's over.
Something really spooky happened.
Since my full moon instigated Monday night from hell, my phone has not rung once. Not once. It's a miracle that I know is short-lived, so I'll enjoy the week for what it was: Relaxing. No more driving in circles for me! What a treat! I almost felt guilty working so little while collecting a decent salary and then I quickly rethought that position. I've worked like an animal for months and I think the Universe cut me a break after Monday.
I'll just send up a big thank you and leave it at that.
The other miracle? It's finally snowing in Detroit. I got home this evening right before our Canadian friends opened the door and sent a clipper our way. We were supposed to get an inch or so of the fluff, but there is at least 3 times that amount already on the ground and it isn't supposed to let up for another 7 hours. Shovels will be involved in clearing out this mess, but I don't really care. The week is done, work is over and there is no reason to leave the warm confines of my nest.
It's Saturday--a day to rest--with the added bonus of being cozy and warm in my wool.