I woke up to Oscar cuddling into my face, patting my nose with his paw. At least it wasn't his tail end in my face. Shortly thereafter, hubby presented me with coffee and a couple Tylenol. Good man. Michelle and I may have over did it (a tiny little bit) last night. Again. Bob is home from the rig for only two weeks this time because he was late getting off, so when he called from the cottage to invite us down for a visit there was no say no. Bob is hubby's best friend; Michelle is Bob's lovely spouse. Left to our own devices, Michelle and I have a habit of over-indulging in red wine. Every time we get together. Probably a good thing it's not all that often.
Lake Torment was peaceful and serene when we arrived. Most of the cottagers had already left for home after the long weekend. Michelle and I sat on the deck, chatting, me knitting, while the guys gossipped out of sight, at the other end of the building. Summer is over. The cool wind was intent on confirming that fact as it picked up strength the lower the glowing orange sun dipped behind the trees on the opposite side of the lake.