I can't seem to get up.
There's a sweet dog leaning her head against my leg. It's been there since she came in from her walk several hours ago. Since my return, she has been my little furry, red-headed shadow, despite the 5-star accommodations she had this weekend.
I have one leg over the side of the bed. I need to get up and do my work.
Maybe it's the weight of May pressing on me. My sister mentioned this to me, about how she used to love May in NY. I did, too.
Now I would have the whole month stricken from the calendar, were it not for my wonderful wedding day.
I still need to get up. I have responsibilities. The world will not wait for me.
There is much to tell about this weekend. It will wait. Just a bit longer, I guess.