Shabbat morning rolls peacefully around, albeit a bit wet. The winter rains have been frequent, but gentle, causing greenery to thrive, but not flooding the creeks. A quick scan of the newsfeed yields the expected posturing of politicians and fawning pressies, but little in the way of useful information.
A Shabbat breakfast of eggs and turkey sausage muffins, and a cheese danish worked well. Mama feral cats have a new litter, but they haven’t brought them out for viewing yet. We just get little peeks at them under the broken skirting around the house.
So I sit back and muse. An election is won, I can go back to peckish resistance to everything they roll out. It sort of suits my style anyway, and the new administration is an easy one to denigrate. A target rich environment, one might say. But that is fine. I want to return to my banal coffee posts and musings.
I am nearly blind now, and I don’t know when the doc is going to let me go for cataract surgery. I hope it is within my allotted life span. I think next week the gentle inquiries will end and I will go into full jerk mode. It seems to work better than meekness.
So the days roll by. The days are rapidly lengthening, and we may miss a hard freeze this year. I may do a little mowing Sunday if the weather permits.