It doesn’t make up for the level of lunacy that I’ve had to deal with but what the hey. I had to check to see if the POTUS signed that Executive Order authorizing a hunting season on stupid Federal employees. Unfortunately it still hasn’t been signed so I have to restrain myself … somehow … at work … with no ice cream. UGH!!!
The girls have gone home, the house is picked up once again and the cats are wandering around looking to see where the noise makers went to. Well, at least Miss Lily is. Big Boy on the other hand is still no where to be found. The house smells like the chicken that I made for supper. The fragrance of chicken and shallots still hangs in the air. The shallots were in the sauce that went over the chicken. Man does it eat good.
I normally work from home on Mondays except for tomorrow. Someone is out and asked me to cover for them. I’m on the early morning commute a day early.
I’m chomping at the bit to start yard work but I know I have to finish my raised garden bed project first. That means a run to my store of dreams real early next Saturday. I wasn’t so smart yesterday morning by waiting until close to 10:30 to make that run. I almost got ran over twice by soccer moms in the store.
I need to keep playing with my camera settings to see what does what and what happens whenever I go with certain settings. I expect to see that new lens waiting for me when I come home from work on Wednesday.
It’s nice sitting here in the quiet. It was nicer when there were voices in the house and the sound of kids playing.