Back to work. Couldn’t help looking out the window at the rain and wishing I was at home with a book. Not just any book. A good book, one with ‘girl’ and ‘dragon’ and ‘tattoo’ in the title. And coffee.
Now I am at home, and I have that book and it’s still raining. But no coffee.
Just a short walk today, down Saskatchewan Drive, hauling a box with three deadish plants inside. A rehabilitation project, or a funeral, depending on the greeness of my thumb (or thumbs.)