Sigh.

Long night.  Little sleep.  Morning grumps.

Left for a solitary walk - late.  Complaining in my head about all the cars that are racing down the street. (One came w-a-y too close to hitting me, she was too impatient to turn and couldn't wait for me to finish crossing the street.  Sigh.) Can't walk the trails - too busy.  Can't even walk the streets (not even the side streets) at certain hours of the day.  Too much traffic.

I guess if I want to have some peace and calm I will have to leave the house at five a.m. Full dark.  I'm scared of the dark. Even at my age.  Sigh.

Did my best to meditate / pray.  Hard to do with the grumps.

Wanted to catch the clouds (from the welcome overnight storm) above the newly sprung fall colors on the hillside.  Got the clouds.  Not the color.

And along with the sun:  the sight of The Husband walking out to meet me. With his smile. And a hug. Fewer grumps. Happy sigh.

I even managed to chuckle (still thinking of the Laughter Yoga book I speed-read) at this sign.  Dog owners are often not the most conscientious, careful or considerate. Sigh.

I've been told (more than once) I'm too wordy.  I guess I can't help it.  Sigh.