It’s been a strange week here at the house. The light, its amount and strength, seems to decrease more than a little each day. Sitting out on the porch, even wrapped in blankets, is futile.
The world outside my figurative window is darker, too. “Bad news on the doorstep…” I think that’s how the song went.
My brother wrote a blog post a few days ago about being at a loss for words and that’s how I feel today, too. I suppose I could write about my renewed focus, since July, on the creation of healthy habits and routines. And while my work hasn’t been perfect, one thing I’ve done quite consistently is sit down at the table for an evening meal.
Even though this isn’t a food blog, let’s focus on three beautiful words today.
Dinner is served.