Ugh. I can't wake up this morning. I've fed the dogs, the cats, the dog across the street, let the chickens out, given them their scratch, read the paper and drunk about half a pot of coffee and I'm still not really awake.
The air is heavy, dense with moisture this morning and we still haven't gotten rain, just teases of spits here and there. The sky is the color of a hatchet head. I need to go take a walk. I need to go to the store. I need to wake up and get out and do something and the boys will be here this early afternoon. I am hoping, hoping, hoping that another of the young hens lays an egg for Owen to find because he will be so excited. He's going to look at the cut-back azaleas and say, "What happened here?" or maybe, "I didn't see THAT coming," or, "Are you serious?" because these are the things he says.
He notices everything. Everything.
I have nothing to say.
If you grew up in the sixties and seventies, you might enjoy watching THIS.
Jerry Seinfeld and Sarah Jessica Parker go for coffee in a 1976 Ford Country Squire station wagon.
We had one of those monsters. It was blue. With fake wood paneling.
Not really. But it's a funny little film.