The day dawn with real sunshine streaking across the fields and under the trees. We haven’t seen that for a number of days, and it lifts my spirits a bit to see it as I retrieve my coffee cup and pad down to the studio. At 58° outside, it is a bit too nippy for porch sittin’ in pj’s.
News of a friend of 20 years that I never met in person loses her father this morning. Baruch dyan ha’emet. Blessed be the one who judges truly.
Not much else on the newsfeeds catches my eye, other than the lottery being one billion bucks. My surroundings might change a little if I won that, but essentially my life would be about the same. I suppose an old dog sanctuary and a couple of retirement packages for pastor friends would consume some of the funds. But I am done traveling. I have my woman and dogs, and breakfast. I need little else.
And so the morning passes. Soon I must begin the Sunday waffles.