Yes, my beloved Red Sox won the World Series in just five games last night.
And yes, I was so amped up afterward that I didn’t go to bed until around 2am, after I’d watched the post-game celebration about 9 times.
And yes, I did wake Daphne up with my barbaric yawps after Chris Sale struck out Machado to end the game.
With so much weighing on me right now, a Red Sox World Series was a welcome respite from my day-to-day worries, even for just a little while.
Speaking of the day-to-day, Daphne and I went out for a walk around our neighborhood this weekend, and I got a few pictures of her in the flowers.
Afterward, we were both a bit worn out…
We also broke the seal on the Halloween candy this Sunday, and so we have a bucket o’ goodness just sitting on the counter.
I am slightly ashamed to admit that this cauldron of calories called to me like a chocolatey siren after the Sox won last night.
And I went to it.
A few times.
(Which might also be why I was up half the night.)
Okay I’m off. Talk to you all soon.