My husband is on vacation this week. Six weeks of vacation time this year, thanks to working at UPS for almost ten years. I find it very hard to write when he’s here, I’m not use to him in the house during the day, clanking around downstairs, opening the office door to ask me where the coffee filters are, climbing on the roof and hammering right outside my office. The hammering is because Jeff decided to patch the woodpecker hole, he considers it a nuisance, I find the rat-a-tat pecking comforting. (Plus I named the woodpecker Bruno.)
So for now, my words escape me. But I can offer you these photos that have absolutely nothing to do with this post.
Catch you on the flip. And I just realized at the top of this post, I kinda said that my husband is more annoying than a woodpecker (Sorry, Jeff). My words will hopefully be back, just like Bruno (fingers crossed).
Bike rides and peckbirds (that’s what Troy calls woodpeckers),