The Power

Damn I'm tired tonight. It's been a somewhat frustrating and tiring week. Today though, the lovely Della Perrone allowed us to steal her old couch and we are delighted with it. The cats are rather tormented by the scent of dogs but we are happy to welcome it to our house. Now I sit, listening to music, watching it get dark. Owen and Ernie are out driving Cyril for a bit. I'm trying to push all thoughts of work and worries out of my head and am reading a Regency romance novel while sipping wine. It's working, but it's slow going. Tomorrow we take off to chase our steam engine. I think it will give me the power. Beauty always does, whether it's an old steam engine or Ian Hunter's songs or my sweet boys' faces. So I will get there. I will get there. I'm just tired tonight.

Tired. 

Onward though.

Always onward. It's all you can do.