Good Sunday morning,
Sore wrist this morning, so won't spend much time on the computer. Pulling the wringer on that darn mop yesterday, I think, plus the peeling of apples for apple crisp. Ibuprofen overnight helped, but it's swollen, and I can feel it as I type.
Foggy here too, was during the night when I got up. Heard a bunch of boys walking by saying, "Ogg, what's that?" and another say, "opposum", and what I thought was, "something must have hit it." After they had passed I went out in my robe and checked to be sure there wasn't a hurt animal out there, but didn't see anything and nothing this morning. Fluff had been around to roll and show me her belly. She's getting so friendly. And, of course, true to prediction, Harry was waiting under the shrub when I got up this morning, rubbing against my legs and talking up a storm. Then he headed over to the pond, seaching for frogs, I suppose. Water tracks from there again last night.
Not expecting any company today, and hope there is none dropping in for a meal, I don't even know what I'll be fixing for myself.
Too bad about the gutters, Kargiver. You're lucky DH is so handy with being able to tackle jobs like that that need doing. At least now you'll know it's done right.
Wrist is screaming, so I'll listen and go in and watch "Sunday Morning." Do you still get a chance to watch that, Icer?
"Each one of us contributes in some unique way to the composition of life."
~ Mr. Rogers