So my weekend chores are done for this weekend and I’m sitting here listening to it rain outside. It’s a nice rain. One of those slow and steady ones that’s enough to water the garden and the the grass seed that I’ve put out. I rolled the awning out a bit so I could keep the door open without all of the rain water splashing in thru the screen.
The breeze feels nice on sore and aching muscles. I have some YouTube tunes playing while I sit here and try to relax. I knew I was forgetting something and it took me a while to figure out that I didn’t bake any bread this weekend. Hmmm. I guess I’ll have to save that particular chore for an afternoon this week. I’ll hafta write it down so I don’t forget again.
Forgetting the little things. Yeh, I’m getting pretty good at that. It causes me concern. Well, I guess everything in its own time. Guess I’ll just hafta open a bottle of wine and have a glass or two with my leftover Chinese and see where that takes me.