It’s a lovely spring Sunday morning outside. I know this because Lucy and I have just returned from our morning walk. The weather is slightly cool and somewhat overcast – “partly cloudy” is the official weather-drone term, I think. Our crocuses (Croci? Nope, spell-check says crocuses) have all bloomed, so the fence along the front sidewalk is all purple and white and gold; the daffodils have pushed up through last fall’s dead leaves, but they haven’t quite bloomed yet. Just another way in which we lag behind the neighbors.
As I write this, Science Girl is upstairs, fast asleep. I don’t seem to be able to sleep longer than eight hours at a stretch, no matter what kind of deficit I’m running. So here I am, pounding the keyboard on my day off, with my stubby, greasy little fingers finding the right key about three times out of five. Since this is a marked improvement over my usual typing prowess, perhaps I should be writing in the morning more often.
I thought I’d take advantage of this downtime to write up a few notes on the show we went to Friday night. I’m not gonna post a full-on review, partly because I was pretty tired after a week of rising at (what is for me) the crack of dawn, and partly because I just don’t feel like it. As I said, it’s my day off. Sue me.