It seems to run in streaks.
This past week was one of those when
I was repeatedly asked a version of these types of questions:
Are you going to live here forever?
Do you ever want to leave?
What are you going to do now that...? (kids are grown, getting older, etc.)
As I was kneeling in the dirt yesterday pulling weeds
with the sun warming us into the 70's
and the birds flying
on a day so quiet I could hear their wings flap,
I was thinking about it..
Then I looked up
and decided not to worry about it today.
But, maybe when it gets back to 30' below.....