Jake would like me to eat fish and try to read the newspaper, because I’ve been known to give him pieces of fish in order to make him move off the articles.
The lawn will need to be mowed tomorrow unless it’s stormy again. If James and Vlad prefer to rest, Pat will have to do it.
It looks like rain and smells like rain, but there is no rain. All this achy stuff and no rain to watch hit the pavement and the cars. Could be the start of the monsoons, but no thunder, so maybe just a wayward storm.
I had to up the brightness on my halogen lamp because the day is so dismal. I just didn’t have enough light to see what I was working on, and if my hands are not busy on the keyboard, they have to be busy with yarn or thread. Keeps me from going bonkers. Therapy, y’know!