I posted this as a story over Instagram this week and the expression on the “mama” planter is totally how I’ve been feeling lately. I’ve been tired and frazzled with a dash of low level anxiety. I think the 4th (or was it 5th?) straight week of smoky days has finally taken its toll. Not to mention the orange skies and no sun on some days. It really does feel like the end of the world and what am I doing buying more clothes and shuffling more stuff around? I’m starting to feel like a hamster in a wheel, just spinning, as the world ends.

Eeek sorry to be so doomy and gloomy. I guess we all have our moments. I have a couple trips coming up (travel, what’s that?) and one of them includes an Airstream (eeee so excited). So I’ll be looking forward to that. I just have to keep in mind that this too (meaning the smoke and eventually the pandemic) shall pass. And I’ll be keeping in mind all the things I’m grateful for to keep me going.