I don't even.
As Edward would say, quoting the Lego Movie, "O. M. G-o-s-h".
That was a... that was a *fireworks* *jazz hands* spectacular *trumpet solo* umpteen minutes of football and I suspect for the rest of our lives we will add, whenever anyone does anything in sports that seems remotely historic; right, yeah, true... and remember when Lloyd completed her World Cup hat trick by scoring from Nunavut before the twenty minute mark?
And I was all set to be all excited about how exciting the excitement was; but I discovered on the drive home from seeing the match that our baby horse has died and... you know how you sometimes viscerally understand how words came to have their meaning? I feel depressed. Not in the clinical sense, but as if something sad is pressing down upon me.
So that is all I have right now.
I also have a picture of Caroline from yesterday that makes me smile. It's so very witchy. Witchy, in bohemian tunic paired with an ever appropriate a pearl choker, I mean.