Happy Saturday, my friends. We’ve made it to the weekend once more. It’s a lovely morning- sunny, no humidity, clear skies. If I felt like emotionally destroying myself at 8am, I’d take my coffee on the back patio and very easily imagine I’m back at Nanny and Pa’s house on the island. Aside from the jellyfish warning, it’ll be a nice day, for sure.
Chaucer parked his ass in front of Mom and Brian’s bedroom, waiting for Brian to finish his shower. He starts off just staring at the door. Then he paces, going up to and trying to push the door open before returning to sit for a moment. As soon as he hears the shower turn off, he gets right up to the door.
In the time it took me to type that up, Brian’s finished the shower and is making a sandwich. Chaucer is trotting around, following him around the kitchen.
We don’t have any weekend plans. There’s some food shopping today, otherwise we’ll be out of coffee. It’s cool enough to do yard work. Mom’s loading up the washer. If she doesn’t want to actually do anything, then maybe I can convince Mom to at least point at what she wants worked on. Brian’s parents are camping, which means no dinner at the Compound tomorrow.
I’m very ok with that.
