I just wrote that title because I was thinking about summer, but instead I'm thinking about Harry and how much I miss that sweet, perfect, magnificent dog. My house just isn't the same without him.
Also - I left the house at 9AM this morning, worked until 8:48PM and didn't get home till nearly ten. So I decided not to run. Sorry promises, but my feet are fucking TIRED. I think I may have forgotten how long and hard my summer days are when I spend them waxing hoo-ha on my feet for 11 hours. Don't get me wrong - I LOVE my job and I love being busy. It just tends to take its toll on my body.
More tomorrow. I'm too tired to write.