TCoTFW: Someday, when I
write my memoirs publish a bookmake a photo book with pictures I've taken, I'm titling it "Cows In The Mist". And there will be at least one picture of cows, peaking out from the morning fog. Swear.
I love fog. I love weather of most types, but fog is special to me. I think it has something to do with my aversion to light sources before 10 AM. Does this affect anyone else? Handsome routinely accuses me of being part vampire, part opossum. I really don't understand the whole opossum angle, but he still says it. I leave lights off and work by a crack of sunrise. I forego ceiling lights in favor of indirect lighting. I just like it dark, what can I say? Fog helps me prolong my sleepy feeling.
On a related note, I don't like waking up when it's still dark out. I want the sun to be up, I just don't want to bear the full brunt of it. Ergo, fog + me = love.
It's been another long day. I'm curious how long they can keep being the norm, curious if I'll look around one day and realize that it hasn't been a long day, and wonder when the last one was. But this one was long. It needed to be, and I'm glad I muscled through so that I had something to show for it. I'm more glad that I'm calling it a night (sort-of) early, and dropping into a lavendar-ylang-ylang-chamomile-infused tub.
Glory goodness, that water smells awesome. The bubbles are epic. Thank you, Aveeno. We're officially BFFs. I'm not excited about having wet hair for bed, but it's necessary at this point. Thank you, friends and neighbors, for dropping by here. In lieu of something of substance, I hope you enjoy these pictures and my shameless AVEENO (is-da-bomb) promotion. They don't know I exist, but I know about them. That's the important part.
|As an FYI, Tarjay was having a clearance sale on AVEENO products last week.|
(that's a weird caption for the photo, but I'm going with it)
Finally, in case you want to know more details about my evening plans than most people would be comfortable sharing, I'm listening to this, and then I'm sleeping in multiple layers, under fleece sheets.
Sweet, foggy, lavender-scented dreams,
p.s.- Fleece sheets are also da' bomb. TFW out.