I must have been tired, because I rarely oversleep, but I did this morning. It was almost nine a.m., which, as my dad would have said, is “the middle of the damn day!”
I spent yesterday goofing off and it sure felt good. That new story is already bubbling up in my busy noggin, though, so I’m making notes, etc.
As for right this moment, I’ve got one of my gel transfers soaking in a bowl of water downstairs. It’s like Christmas when I roll that paper off and see the image. For those of you who are curious, I’ll post a link to a demonstration of the process.
Bernice has had not one walk this morning, but TWO–evidently, there is an illegal gathering of field mice in one of the culverts she patrols. Yesterday, there was a whole flock of turkeys out by the back fence, and she didn’t even know they were there. That’s my vicious guard dog for you.
I’m off to putter and perhaps even do something constructive.
Be kind, be brave, be YOU. (Everybody else is taken.)