Heat seeking black dog
Last fall, I stayed at a lovely hotel in San Francisco the night before a meeting for work. When I opened the door, I was greeted by this peaceful scene. I hadn’t eaten yet, so I treated myself to dinner at a nearby French bistro (delicious!). After a crisp walk back to the hotel, I was ready to unwind. I took a long bubble bath in the deep jet tub, then crawled between these crisp, fresh-scented sheets. I slept like a rock!
Tonight, I’m recreating this feeling with our room. Fresh sheets, added a blanket to chase the fall chills, and decluttered the bedroom in general so I don’t fall asleep or wake up with “to-do’s” staring at me. Ahh, can’t wait! No one call after nine, ok?
And behold, here lies the SINGLE lime my little tree produced all year. I have sliced it into teeny, tiny pieces, and have floated it in a tall glass of ice water. The rogue cherry tomatoes, however, have taken over the wine cask and are going like gangbusters.