Sunday Papers.

Brian and I went out to the homestead today. We had an ulterior motive- picking up his birth certificate- but it was good to spend time with his parents. Ellie made lunch, as usual. We can never go over there without her feeding us something, or trying to. God love her, but she's not the most...inventive cook. Today's offering was a recipe she's had since the 70s and probably last made when Carter was still in the White House. It was fine, if not a little bland, and we finished the meal with her apple pie. Best apple pie ever. I've tried my hand at it with less than stellar results, so I never turn down an opportunity to eat the real thing. We spend the afternoon drinking wine and looking at old photo albums (my husband was an adorable baby and he now has the same bald head he had when he was one). I feel so relaxed when I'm out there, even when it's too cold to walk in the woods or in the fields.

The drive out to the homestead was lovely today; the sun was shining, the sky was a brilliant blue and the roads were mostly dry. We take the back roads and they wind through hills and farmland and alongside lakes and rivers. Yesterday's snowfall sparkled in the sunlight, although I still cursed it loudly. We passed by some of our favorite ice cream shacks; in just a couple of months, we'll be able to gorge once more on enormous- and absurdly cheap- cones.

So not looking forward to work tomorrow. But since I can't change the fact that I have to go, I really need to work on my outlook.

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Outlook still grim. I'll keep trying.

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One thing that does remain a happy constant is Brian. We are a perfectly matched set and I am grateful to have him to ride out the highs and lows with. We have lots of grand plans for our future and I have faith that we'll realize them all. To top it off, he cleans the litterbox every day and gives me back scratches on demand. Bonus!

It's now after 10 and I really should go to bed.

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