The analogy I have for myself is that I am in a place that is no longer summer nor is it yet fall. And just like the leaves, I am drifting. Mind you it is not a bad place to be in. The wee little cottage in the woods is a blessing and a delight in which to live. I have good books to read, movies to watch, simple household chores...and CJ with which to fill my days.
Except I feel as if I am drifting. I am looking forward to the cooler weather of fall, my trip to California, and to the holidays. Yet...
Drifting is not a bad thing, eh?