In that fuzzy not-quite-awake, can-I-still-get-back-to-sleep stage this morning I had the most wonderful few seconds of thinking that it was Sunday and stepping through what I was hoping to waste time on and not get done. Then, of course, I realized it was in fact Monday.
The resulting shot of adrenaline, sorrow, and existential angst should last through the whole week.
So have another one of the roses from next to the driveway. The lady from down the hill a ways was walking her boxer this evening and she also stopped to take pictures of them, then acted embarrassed when she saw me watching her from the front porch.
No worries! I just wished that social distancing didn’t prevent me from saying hello to her puppy!
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 