Dusty sings ‘And it looks like the summer is over.’ Over recent days the temperature dropped below 20 degrees Celsius and my seasonal affective disorder (SAD) kicked in. Summertime sadness. Winter blues. Nelly sings ‘All good things come to an end.’ So true.
I’m going to miss having breakfast and coffee outside on a beautiful morning. Just like last Sunday, when my sister joined me for a ristretto espresso. Inside the house, Mr. Bowie woke up from his nap and asked if he could join us for treats. Thank goodness Mr. Bowie helps me to get through this SAD story.