A cold front is moving in, and gray clouds are speeding across the sky. The sun peeps out every now and then, and I keep running from room to room to see how the sun patterns fall across the floors. We're ready to paint, and I can't wait to see how things look different with the grays and blues we picked.
Jane's Santa stash is in the coat closet. The Christmas tree is ready. We're still in boxes, but I'm so happy. Truly.