[Happy Halloween from Murpho. Who I must give credit to for her compassion, as she asked when she spied this cover, “Isn’t it… too soon?”]
Currently tucked under a large quantity of down with the windows open, pretending we just naturally got up before noon and the clock isn’t enabling us in our sleeping indulgences.
Cold and sunny out, perusing anthropologie for new underthings (with Rob’s help, of course), sipping coffee, waiting to remotely cheer Casey on in the NYC marathon, and planning a post-Hattie’s trip to the gym. Fried chicken and mac ‘n’ cheese do not a lithe couple make.
[Why I eyes ya.]
I’ve had my fill of fake spidies and am looking very forward to Thanksgiving… cozying up in Richmond with my brother and sister-in-law (and their bun in the oven!), the great dane and the jack russell, and an overnight trip to Old Woodville for family time and a UVa football game. Be still my heart.