Was very quiet. Thank God.
My wrist is still sore, and I tire easily, but I’m happy to say that I’m better every day.
On Saturday, I was zonked. I made a quick dash to the grocery store–what beautiful, colorful, bountiful places supermarkets are!–and wrote for a few hours before giving up and vegging. Yesterday, I put in a long stint at the computer.
The weather is overcast today, and that’s fine with me. I’m ready for a break from the heat, and so are my horses–not to mention their wrangler, Larry. Tomorrow, we’re getting rain–and I’m happy to hear it.
A song has been running through my head for a few days now–Tom T. Hall’s “Old Dogs and Children, and Watermelon Wine”. I’ve never had watermelon wine, but I’m super fond of old dogs and children.
And that’s the news from my kitchen table.