6 years since 9/11. In some ways, it seems like it's been a lifetime, doesn't it? And then, like it was last month. I would like to write something deep and heartfelt, but with Toby "helping" me type, it's not going to happen.
R2 is so excited about starting his horseriding again today. Unfortunately, it doesn't start till 1. So I will have to say approximately two million times, not yet, not yet. Soon! After lunch. Not yet.
The chaos here. Raspberries on my leg and a sticky anemone like ball in my face- guess I'll go make some cereal and say not yet.