… and I’m exhausted.

It could be three trips to St. Joseph in four days. It could be my escapades in St. Joe chasing a wayward cart flying down the street in 90-degree weather. It could be waiting for what the doctor is going to do about my mildly leaky heart, if anything. It could be the fact that my dear little Pumpkin kept me up doing heaven knows what last night. It could be the time of the semester, or it could be the time of year (a nap and pumpkin spice sound lovely.)