Rob's away this week, and next, and a little into the next which always puts me in a bit of a funk. He's in sunny, warm Florida (doesn't he look warm and happy?) so I'm trying not to be too jealous... these photos make it a little easier I have to tell you. Last night's discussion of his inability to reacquire his "land legs" and lack of hotel hot water also did the trick.
Much of my time lately has been spent doing things that are really Rob's area of expertise. Hauling in firewood this morning (very Laura Ingalls Wilder I must say) had its moment (I dropped a piece of oak on my Wellington clad toes - not so great) and the birds didn't wait until I rehung the feeder to descend on it (also not so great)... and I wonder what Rob would say about my pension for eating cereal standing in the kitchen while pouring through my Spring Anthropologie catalogue. When the Rob's away...
