Last night there was a full moon and the wind rattled the windows so loud I could hardly sleep, despite clean sheets and a clean house from both of us running around with the duster and the vacuum cleaner while Grace sulked in her room. The dripping tap in the bathroom woke me up, as did the noise of Grace sucking her thumb. Not to mention the wind.
My thoughts at the moment are not things I can talk about here and now, so have a picture of an orchid. A gift from a friend and neighbour when I had the cold. Still smelling sweet, still looking good.
Later we might leave Grace at Nana's for the night and go to the footy. I guess that would count as a date. No, really, I am not going mad again. Quite the opposite. But I am wondering what I will wear.... thermals and hat I guess. In blue.