Wednesday evening, after leaving my shift and dining at Carillon Brewery, I stepped off the bus at 6:57 PM, walked 120 (or so) steps to my front, entered the house, changed out of my uniform, loved on the dogs, and fell fast asleep by 7:30 PM. I woke around 10:00 PM to let out the dogs, and several times for nature breaks, but other than those few times, I slept soundly until 6:30 AM, rousing ten minutes before my alarm sounded.
I think I am refreshed and brimming with energy and vigor, but the jury still seems to be out.
I have a four-hour shift this morning and will return home to attend to the lawn and a few other items before settling down for a Mary Lincoln Coterie presentation by C. J. King, a marvelous historian with the Robert Todd Lincoln line, especially. I cannot wait for this Zoom event at 8:00 PM.
Today’s post feels a bit dry. There’s really nothing else to offer. The iris have a brief day or two remaining and the wisteria is beginning to belch out of their pods.
While waiting for the bus, a fine missed is covering the area along with a bit of fog. The morning feels a bit sluggish but I’m ready to plow that away.
Be sure to make it a great day!