It’s Sunday and I’m the only human awake in the house. Some chores have been started/finished/looked at while every one is still in a horizontal I’m still sleeping body.
And yet I’m awake.
ALC wanted out. And out. Out again. How much was I need to go pee, please, omg, if you don’t let me out I”ll puddle on the floor needs? Or was it oh, please, oh please, let me go look at the cheeeeeeeeeeeeeekins (chickens)?
Yes, chickens. Andaulusions. 2 months old. Three of them. Pullets, soon to be hens. Not dinner. Pictures coming.
A splash (that’s a dirty looking white), a blue (which looks more grey to me), and a black which is just black. They talk. They scratch. They enthrall my dogs.
But do they have to do it a 6 freaking am on a Sunday?
It appears so.
To top it all off, I forgot this was Memorial day weekend. Don’t ask how. It’s easy in the land of Chaos to forget holidays and which day it is.
Will it be a lazy day? Uhm, hell no. I wouldn’t be that lucky.
Retro Man’s neice is graduating today.
Reduce, reuse, recycle and burn, baby, burn day. A trip to the burn gods (aka as the waste to energy incinerator).
If I have a spare moment, and a working pair of brain cells, the scones. Make them. Inhale the aroma that is cinammon, brown sugar and then consume with a mad twinkle in my eye and a cackle dancing through the house from my laughter that says all is good in my tummy.
Then collapse with the book I’m reading— Curse the Dawn by Karen Chance.
Plans for this weekend? Reading something good, bad, or ho-hum?
