Winter \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0First Moon of the New Year<\/p>\n
We’re off to Denver this afternoon. \u00a0Though I want to see the grandkids and the new addition to Jon and Jen’s house, I confess I’m travel weary and not looking forward to the airplane. \u00a0Also, I’ve just begun to ease into a new rhythm, working on my three major projects, doing the short burst training and going away for a week means I’ll have to reestablish all those things when we get back.<\/p>\n
Once we’re in the air, on the ground and tucked into our hotel room, I’ll feel different, excited to be there, I know. \u00a0But right now. \u00a0Not so much.<\/p>\n
The dogs are away at the kennel and the house has an empty, hollow feel. \u00a0Their energy, tussle and pull, keeps three year old inquisitiveness as part of our daily life. \u00a0I like it and miss it.<\/p>\n
Though. \u00a0When we got to the kennel yesterday, Rigel, one of our big girls, right at 100 pounds, shook off the handler who had a leash ready for her and ran away from the truck. \u00a0Straight to the door into the kennel. \u00a0She likes the place.<\/p>\n
Talk to you later from the mile high city.<\/p>\n
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Winter \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0First Moon of the New Year We’re off to Denver this afternoon. \u00a0Though I want to see the grandkids and the new addition to Jon and Jen’s house, I confess I’m travel weary and not looking forward … Continue reading Travel Weary<\/span>