ordinary day

a little eye-candy sunset color. Apropos of nothing. No news, nothing to photograph.


DH is staying home with a headache. Other than that, it's a day like any other.





Suddenly all my ancestral fears lunge to the fore. "Don't say that! The evil spirits will make you regret it. DH might be suffering a brain anneurism." Now I want to go roust him up and look at his pupils to make sure they're the same size. He won't thank me. There is due concern, and then there is hysteria.





Do your ancestral fears do that sometimes? Caution you against saying that things are going well because those evil spirits might be listening?





It's raining a soft spring rain and washing all the new leaves, watering in all the bedding plants that got set out over the weekend, and all the new lawn that was laid. This is the weather that gives us Northwest girls such lovely skin. Cool, moist and shady keeps us unlined and fresh.