Today I'm playing hooky.
Yes, I'm retired, but even retired people need to play hooky from everyday routines. For me that has meant, so far, sleeping in until 10 a.m. (I don't recall the last time I did that when I wasn't sick.) and watching TV while I ate my breakfast of black coffee and Brie slapped between two slices of sourdough bread.
The Husband eventually moseyed over to the living room with his second cup of coffee and plopped on the couch. He was content with me clicking the remote. We ended up watching Kitty Lynne Klich paint her interpretation of a photograph of an Italian scene. I thought it fascinating how she mixed colors and applied light and dark hues to get what she wanted.
At some point of watching Kitty, Molly the Cat sashayed by. She looked perplexed. Why were we sitting in the living room in the morning? Why is the TV on? Why is Missus Lady sitting in Hero Man's seat and Hero Man is hers? Is that Brie I smell on your breath Missus Lady?
It rained during the night. Whoo-hooo! is right. I think the last time it rained was in April, maybe May. I listened to the last hour or so of rain, which sounded like chicken frying. It took me awhile to realize that was rain sputtering in the gutter. Someone needs to clean the gutters.
I feel like painting something. Mañana. Enjoy yourselves out there!