All quiet on the bayou
I woke with the chickens this morning and had the rare opportunity to get up and sit at the dining table with the sun rising in the horizon – the New York Times laid out in front of me, a piping hot cup of Pu’urh in my beach cup, and time to waste. Ah Sunday mornings…
I have not had a hot cup of tea in so long I burned my mouth with the first sip.
Last night, Tin and I got in the bath and we scrubbed and scrubbed until we were both super clean. Then getting out he slipped and whacked his head – we needed Mama to hand him off to for his greasing. Next time helmet in the bath.
But this morning he was sleeping peacefully. And other than burning my mouth, I was having a peaceful Sunday morning watching the people walking their dogs, running and biking on the chilly bayou. Everyone was wearing snow bunny suits complete with gloves.