Walked the dog. Did both crossword puzzles, more or less. And I’m back to editing after a hiatus — easier than going back to writing after a pause, but still a hurdle.
Fall routines in progress here. We put the hammock away. Brought the Christmas cacti inside. Started (the endless) raking.
It’s a meatloaf or chili kind of day, but I already cooked chicken thighs, so we’ll have them along with a bean salad featuring Rancho Gordo’s cassoulet bean.
I’ll admit to checking my phone EARLY today with a ghoulish anticipation. But, don’t get me wrong — I hope our president recovers. I really do. I live for the day when he is repudiated in a landslide election and then prosecuted to the full extent of the law.
I am at a little bit of a loss with my sewing.
this sums up how I feel about the orange thug’s condition:
” At this point, the only thing that would convince me that he’s really sick is an autopsy”
Gail Frump 4-10-20
So little credibility!
…just watched him waving from the motorcade…
This entire time leaves me speechless.
Love the leaves in the stump! You have lots on your mind/heart, be gentle with yourself.
What a pathetic sadistic asshole.
Worrying about the ones we love takes it toll on our mind body and spirits. I hate seeing our warm weather slowly turn cold. More than ever we need to be able to get out .. but I do not tolerate cold. Love your shoes!!
Winter and the dark afternoons will change things for sure.
same kind of day
The fall has its routines.
love that autumn-leaf-colored ceramic house with its four-patch windows …
My older son made that in elementary school. I love it, too!
Love the pink house! Same strange feelings about the illness, whether I believe it, and
several other distrustful floating thoughts.
I personally think he’s filming more faux work scenes so that if he goes on a ventilator he won’t have to disclose (ie succeed power to VP).