The last rose of the season is blooming in my front yard, and my trip to Portland with the Husband is over. I’ve got a case of the blues. 

But there was such delicious food and drink, and T’s delightful Halloween party, and gorgeous hours of rainfall while eating the best pizza this side of Italy. It was a wonderful trip, made even better by Godfather, who was busy yet available for dinners and chats beside the fireplace and movie nights with old classics and new favorites. The men in my life are truly spectacular people. 

  
So now I’m home and the weather is chilly, the days are short, my mood is low.

Writing this hard. Motivation is an issue. Feeling gross. Ugh.

Hope the season is treating you better than this, loyal-and-much-neglected reader.