Monday adrift

I feel rather fog-bound and anchor-less today. Without the structure of the job to work around, I really don't know where to begin. Yesterday, we lolled in the new bed untill noon, read the paper (We looked so cute, propped up in bed together with our spectacles on and newspaper strewn about.) then DH slaughtered demon cows on the computer, and I watched CSI on TIVO and worked on the interminable silk sweater. Man, do we know how to party or what? Oh, well, the occasional "down" time is good for any system.

So I have been working on cleaning up the e-correspondence, and after I get dressed, I will finish that quilt duvet. And then? Shop for flea-dip and bombs. Do not waste your money on Sentry "Purrscriptions"systemic flea killer! I thought I would save a few bucks by using the Sentry instead of the Advantage. BAD IDEA!! It made all the cats sick, and now the cats and the whole house are crawling with fleas! We're ALL suffering, so it's time for more toxic chemicals. YUCK!! Poor kitties.

And if I get one thousand words written on the Western today, I will allow myself to spin some of my new fiber. Much as I love the process of writing, it's hard to get into it. I often need bribes.

Wish I could post a picture of today's misty, watery dawn. The sun diffused through the clouds like a sort of rosy tea-bag, steeping swirls and trails of color all through the air. This wasn't a sunrise that happened way off on the Eastern horizon. This one soaked the neighborhood with brief subdued glow so passing joggers were swimming through a thin fog of magic. The show lasted almost three minutes. Thank the powers that be that I was awake to enjoy it!

May your lives be insect-free!