Little tiny things hit you out of the blue to remind you that your children are really adults and are transitioning into their own visions of adult life.   My daughter said she wanted to be “at home” to watch and celebrate the iron bowl yesterday.  She meant her apartment at auburn, not her room in this big old house.  This coming at the same time we are helping her brother to find an affordable aparment tugs a little at the heart muscle.  But it’s okay. Life goes on.


And, PS, Amazon, we really do not want your HQ2. The last thing we need is for rent to skyrocket with an influx of new population. Haha.