Feel like we’re at Thanksgiving dinner— with 3 tables on different floors of the house-- teens upstairs, big shots first floor, kids and pets in the basement family room. Standing back listening, I’m like…
That’s nice dear.
Finish your veggies!
(does everyone have one?)
Where’s the wine?!
(Cat sits on bottom step in the foyer… thinking… Maybe I need to go feel the hurricane blow? )