Life lately has been flying by, and creeping on, simultaneously for me.
This never-ending winter we've been enduring for the past six months is KILLING ME. So fucking drab. We were recently teased with a couple of nice sunny days with highs of 10C/50F, but the temperature has since dropped back down, and the weekend looks like rain and possible snow early next week.
Well, it looks like the Polar Vortex is finally over and life in Scotland is back to normal... Luckily the weather didn’t affect our family all that much, but many airports around the country were shut down, and people were stranded for hours—AND HOURS—on trains and motorways.
Last night I was asked what my most memorable 'Theodore' memory was from the past year, and I'm kindaaaa embarrassed to say that I had a hard time coming up with one. This past year has been full of memories FOR SURE. But of Theo alone...? I'm coming up blank.
Yes :) I've decided to give blogging another go. Even though I have so much MORE responsibility, and so much LESS personal time to devote to blogging—or myself for that matter—I feel like this stage in my life could benefit from the typed cathartic release more so than in years past...
Am I the only person on the planet who thought the saying was "mindless dribble"? I was about to go live with this blog when I decided to double check with Dr. Google, and unfortunately I didn't find a clearcut answer.