Monday Musings... sort of...

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.

We went for a drive on Saturday and crossed paths with this fella.  He was not in the least bit worried about us despite being close enough to hear him chewing his grass.

So the MYP and the Chairman are back in the grind after an extended weekend.  I am back looking at piles of dirty socks and a dirty floor that need tending.  I also need to go pick up a bike from the sheriff's impound lot in a nearby town.  Lets just say leaving bikes in a ditch on private property will make for an exciting evening.

So happy Monday... I mean Tuesday to you!  See?  I told you there was nothing to Muse!