fingers crossed

tomorrow my husband starts his annual odyssey through the 12 weeks of tax season. he will be seeing seven people a day, six or seven days a week, until the end of april. it is a time of quiet for me, without my playmate all day, but also a strangely busy stretch, because he does one big thing, while i do all the many little things around the house. i have a couple of ideas about how i want to use my time. fingers crossed that dishes, soccer commutes, grocery store stockups, and two meals a day don’t swallow me up completely. here we go.

lily of the valley leaves in winter