For a few weeks now, I've heard . . .where's the flannel?
So, yesterday I got out the flannel.
Odd isn't it how life switches . .
I was the one that needed the flannel warmth at night.
Now I don't.
I'm happy to oblige.
I smiled as I looked outside and saw the crisp frost kissing the last of fall.
Last night I heard . . .
"this stuff is like velcro . .
I can't turn" . .
This morning it was light when we woke.
Different from the last few days when I'm awake early looking outside at the dark morning.
We're ready for our Canadian winter.
Sleeping like babies . . .
Have a wonderful day my friends, I'm off to bake a cake . . .