Sunday. Daylight comes bright and sunny, but at 45°F it is still too cold for sitting out on the porch and irritating the cardinals. So, I content myself with coffee at the PC and watch the day unfold outside the window as I sip my coffee.
The press ghouls flock to New Zealand and ignore even worse tragedies in Africa and the Middle East. Killings continue apace in Chicago unheralded. But I guess it gives them a welcome break from President bashing. Onward to the next bright bauble of horror.
Snooks is happily dashing about getting the house ready for guests, even making a pass thru my cluttered studio with her dusting rag. She normally gives the studio a wide berth, other than to tend to the angry budgie each morning.
So many jobs await me … get at least one mower running. Put house numbers on mailbox. New battery for Bucephalus. The time flies by, but I resist doing something. First the coffee. Then the chores …