By 7:30 AM, the drops were starting to gently tap the canvass awning over the front porch as I looked over the front yard after checking to see if there were any Mary Lincoln day lily stragglers. There was just one.
Typically, 68 degrees is quite comfortable, but it seems a bit chilly this morning. I am sitting in bed listening to DENNIS, THE MENACE, and watching the rain beat against the deck’s floor. Harrigan is snuggled next to my knees while the other three are scattered about the bedroom. I’d much prefer to be sitting at my table on the deck but I can work from anywhere.
This morning’s concert is different than most. The pitter-pat of rain on the deck, cars swishing through Shroyer Road’s puddles, no birds in concert, and sounds of the cement mixers next door at the high school provide a unique setting.
The only thing on the day’s agenda is dinner at 5:30 PM with Mama Kay and her post-Mass buddies. I shall probably move to my study at some point so I can work from all three monitors at my main computer.
And, with this sketch of boringness, it’s time to begin making it a great day.