Now I won't say that it's warm here today, but I will say that it is pleasant.
Pleasant enough to open all the windows and let some fresh air into the house. It's divine. I just love the good smell, and the feeling of outdoors, indoors. As long as I have a sweater on, it's just about right in here.
Only thing is....
(There's always SOMEthing!)
All this fresh air has got Griffen on a tear. I had to close him out of the bedroom as the lure of the blind cords was just too much for him.
Lentil soup simmers on the stove, the laundry that piled up for the 4 days that I was absent is almost finished, and Pragmatist, ensconced upon the couch, is putting the finishing touches on a tote bag she is making. We could not be more content.
Well. . .
(Wha'dItellya ?)
Perhaps if Tom Seleck was sitting on the sofa too, reading aloud to us, we could call ourselves content. Hmmmm. What would we have him read? I would have to give that some serious thought. This is no time to be flippant! If one is going to daydream, one needs to get the details just right....
There are a few more things to take care of before dinner, so I must away.
I am open to suggestions however as to reading material for our Tom....