Dang but it's a beautiful day. Red cardinal in green bush by white camellia blossom. That's hard to beat for a lovely image. I have no idea what we're doing today. Part of me wants us to move back into our old bedroom but that would require moving beds and that bed we're sleeping on now which is THE BEST BED IN THE WORLD is a heavy motherfucker. The older I get, the more inertia takes over. Shoveling shit and planting onions is another option. Mr. Moon just informed me that our well is dead. We don't get our drinking water from it (although we used to before Lloyd got all fancy and we got access to "city water") but we do water the garden from it.
Frankly, I don't quite care what I do today. Whatever it is I do decide on, I think I'll enjoy it. How can I not on such a gorgeous day? And now I have this in my belly:
Look at those yellow eggs!
And it would appear that Mr. Moon can actually cook breakfast- may wonders never cease!
Good morning, y'all. It really is.