Now I don't care what anyone says, it was cold last night and as my mother used to say, 'the nights are fair drawin' in.' Its not such a bad thing, it feels like it has been summer for ever but like our middle years (ok my middle years) you realise it doesn't last for ever and autumn is inevitable. And with that life is like pregnancy, it is split into three trimesters, roughly thirty years each (I hope). Mind you, admitting you are in the third trimester is really a state of mind and we have to address it in the right frame. Thank goodness this blog only has 120 posts left to go until I get to 365/365. But that doesn't mean to say I intend to stop living (or writing it occasionally) but goodness, only 120 days until I am sixty, what a short year this has been. But the good news, Abbi has landed safely, via Atlanta, in Okie Cokie land and the world is still turning - here comes autumn.
