Last night we took Izzie over to her mother’s house for a play date. Her mom, Libby, lives in Glastonbury. They had a great time, and it was great to see her back at her original home. I really wonder if she knows that Libby is her mom, or if she’s just a familiar dog to Izzie?
We had some rain around 5pm yesterday. It was great, pouring rain like they get in Florida. I suppose I was also reminded of home because it was so humid. I had hoped the evening would bring more thunder storms, but it did clear up. I love thunder storms, and they are so rare in New England.
I don’t feel bad this morning, but woke up feeling like I ran a few miles in my sleep. Weird. I certainly have run nowhere anytime recently, and for that I am ashamed. I need to get back to the gym, I need to get back to cooking, I need to get back to reading, I need to get back to me.