Mick runs toward the hen house, doing his job as escort service, his feathery butt wobbling as he goes. Jack has come for a bit of brunch and is licking himself now with fierce determination. I've gotten this picture from Jessie which has in it more color than the entire landscape of my world today.
I found that old Fisher Price rolly ball at a thrift store before he was born and brought it home and washed it up and he loves it. We had such a good time eating dinner with his mama and his daddy and our beloved Liz Sparks last night. We all held and loved on that boy as we ate delicious food and laughed and laughed.
He even took a little tiny pre-night-night nap. Look at those lips.
It was a lovely evening and today is a fine day in its damp grayness, its chill.
I might see if I can find a good movie to watch, sitting on the couch with knitting. Or I might read a book on the love couch.
It is a day to let the world take care of itself without my intrusion, trying to remember that I do not have to spend every waking moment in busyness and motion in order to pay my dues as a human being.
This is my plan. We shall see how it goes.