On the way to Petco to refill my litter jugs, I stopped for breakfast. There's this one place which looks like it should be really delicious but instead is always really mediocre and I forget every time. Doh. oh well. it wasn't horrible. Breakfasts are generally horror-free.
I got the litter and got home without even running into too much traffic.
The Tree That I Hate is only pretty about 3 weeks out of the year and we're in those 3 weeks now. The rest of the time, if there are leaves, they are dirty or withered or dried out or all of the above. I have shades that block the direct sun (which, thanks to the reflection off the new building, I now get mornings and evenings) but they also kind of give the outside a bit of a watercolor feel. And the sun really lights up the stained glass.
Now I'm in for the day. And I can't think of anyplace I need to go or be except right here. It's nice and cool with a lovely view and the baseball games starts within the hour.
My fingers still have water wrinkles. If I had been in a salt water pool that long, my skin would probably be that of a 12 year old!! (I really don't like being in the salt water, but I sure like how my skin feels after.)