We went off for a ride to the dump and Pimpeliesse came along. I usually bring socks for this journey but this poor thing has been sadly neglected. It needed some attention.
We started at the dump and ended up across the county at the bay. It was kicking up a fuss. This is my favorite bay weather- gray, chilly and windy. I want to hear it crashing on the rocks. I love that sound.
My one pandemic silver lining has been that I no longer have any qualms about parading around in my flannel jammies. No one's getting that close to judge me so who cares what I look like anymore. I've seen worse down at the beach. Way worse.