Delayed Departure

I missed my flight home by losing track of time, not realizing that yesterday was May 20 and my departure date. We humans are basically inflexible and it took me awhile to wrap my mind around the fact that I was going to have to adjust to a few more days here. That was good news in some respects and bad in others. So my life goes on here, spending time with Zach who loves flowers not quite as much as trucks and often says, "OH MY GRACIOUS!" when smelling a particularly fragrant rose,

cooking dinner with Mr. Googles on my hip,

being sure to get a photo of Dexter in the mirror the same way I did with both Zach and Sophia,

and admiring splendor in the grass.