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Long Time No See

  I know, I know......it's unbearable how long it's been since I was here last.  I have definitely neglected you with blatant disregard.  Forgive me.  It is gloriously Autumn outside; can you sense it?  I mean, like fully, sense it??  This is my absolutely favorite type of day.

I am cooking slowly over the week.  I have my tablet on its cute, lil', decorative easel watching "The Price is Right" and enjoying my second cup of coffee.  Autumn scented candles are lit around the house, and I am having pumpkin baked oats for breakfast.  This is the warmest, gooiest thing I've ever eaten, and I fully intend to make this a regular recipe in my life........healthy and yummy.

I've thought about you so much lately, and I have missed our times together more than you can imagine.  Well, maybe not more.....maybe you feel the same way.

I fear that if I don't make our relationship a true priority, I will wake up at the end of my life and regret its passing with intensity.  Again, forgive me.

Kaitlyn made my week when she told me her Thanksgiving plans.  She is a gem, a real inspiration.  She has written out a menu and plans to "dress" for the day.  Oh girl, the younger me is standing on the sidelines with envy rooting her on.  I am so proud.  It inspired me to dig out my Autumn platters and charger.

And, for some random reason, I felt like finally tackling that recipe book project I've been putting off.  Whitney asked me to send her a green bean casserole recipe, and I had to stop and think about it.  Oh my, and I had no blank notecards in my recipe boxes.  Which then made me think about how I've wanted to repurpose those 2 boxes for a long time now. Guess it's time to tackle that project.  This one on top of a few others that I really want to complete before Spring Break 2022.


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