Standing at the Trailhead of Winter

A free Friday. No meetings. No papers to grade. Nowhere I have to be. The sun is shining. The temp is supposed to get near 65. I see a bike ride in my near future. And a long walk with Ado. But first, coffee on the deck. Our warm weather ritual of spending time in the sun, coffee in hand (for me; Ado just likes to watch the squirrels chase each other around the yard), begins this morning. Me and Ado, our lazy way of beginning our mornings.

A year ago I began moving my life from one house to another. My anger was fueling me, and even now, 365 days later, I still feel some embers glowing. I wonder if I will ever wake up one morning and know the anger is completely gone. I have my doubts. Despite the anger, the year was good. This space the kids and I have called home has been wonderful for us. But changes are happening again. Lovely Beautiful Daughter is returning to school to pursue a degree in elementary education. She has also decided it's time she is on her own, in her own space. She won't be so far away this time and has promised to drop by to visit often. Funny Delightful Son is transferring to Western Illinois. He and I will be driving over in a week to meet with his advisor and check out some apartments. This semester he is finishing up some Gen Eds he put off, and while he wasn't looking forward to any of his classes at the beginning of the semester, he did say not too long ago that the classes a