Damp Air
It may well be 67 degrees out but my bones are questioning that. The damp air is a far cry from the last several days.
By twelve noon I had completed what I set out to do for the day. One bed’s linens swapped out to the laundry and back on the bed. Groceries we purchased yesterday are tucked into the pantry cupboards in the basement. Dennis got the utility check up to city hall and paid the 6 months vehicle insurance via a post stamp. We are good to go on all fronts.
After lunch, I sat in my rocker and caught several videos on sewing and quilting.
I came down to the studio with the intent of working on an ironing board full of Luella’s clothing. That lasted about as long as it took for me to sit down in front of my laptop and look up some info. This time of the year, the air in the studio is chilly as the furnace is not running. The best way to get around that is . . . to get up and start moving. A day such as this really calls for an afternoon cup of coffee . . . which I don’t have and am not about to brew another pot.
I am going to close this short post down and get something accomplished down here today. My grandmother Laura always made sure she gave it her all from sunrise to sunset . . . it’s the least I can do.