I know. I know! It isn't Monday. Well it feels like Monday, but it's not.
I would have Mused yesterday but I lost my voice. Not in a rhetorical sense, but literally. I had a mild cold that settled down into my chest and there was peace in the valley and hope in the land... I just quoted a middle-school concert piece I sang a gazillion years ago. It was quite pretty and I digressed.
Anyway! Just because I lost my voice doesn't mean I couldn't type. And just because yesterday was a major holiday doesn't mean I couldn't type. I'll admit something. I was home most all the live-long day. I was alone a lot of the time. I had ample time and opportunity to Muse. But I just didn't feel like it. Why you ask? I dunno. Maybe because I was in a funk from the cold. Or maybe, just maybe there was absolutely no material to Muse on. Or maybe... oh never mind.
I had a nice breakfast with Mrs. Chicken Farmer and Mrs. Pretty Cousin late last week! We've been close since I was first married. Thankful for life-long friends. And for our MYP enjoying each other's company.
We tackled a mulch pile and won the battle. I'm very very happy to say everything is planted and I'm just wandering around waiting for weeds to pop up so I can pluck 'em.
The cat has been sitting in strange positions. He deserves to relax after ridding our yard and neighborhood of bunnies and mice each night.
So happy Monday... I mean Tuesday to you! See? I told you there was nothing to Muse!