I see the clouds that move across the sky
I see the wind that moves the clouds away
Fifty-five degrees fahrenheit, and 25+mph winds. A good day for curling up on the newly-made bed and watching the clouds snag in the oaks. The blue heron who occasionally fishes in the pond below visited, and that impossible wingspan was visible until he dipped below the ridge opposite.
I haven't enjoyed a weekend at home this much in ages. I tried out another pasta sauce (yum) and cycled through the laundry, in between tea, Persuasion, and Emma. And more pretty rocks arrived. Woot!
Still losing weight, though this cannot now be called the stress and nausea diet. Made it to the gym twice last week, and plan for the same this week. More cookie baking, too, must make up boxes. And dog! elflet and family will be down south for Christmas as usual, so Katja and I will be an item.