A Saturday
I was having a six in the morning day. Feet on the floor and Grammie was moving.
Energy spurts are fantastic. I had an agenda as I listened to the rain falling on the awning of the west porch.
Both beds were deemed for fresh linens. I do not have a linen closet like Lena did. What comes off the beds, is laundered and put back on.
I like our small vacuum that is to be used in shops. I like it for the fact that it has great suction and has a very long hose. Plant that in the middle of the living room and I can reach most points, having to not move it often.
Dennis had been doing his Saturday cleaning in the patio porch.
We had a sandwich at noon and we each realized we had fulfilled our agendas.
The rest of the weekend is open and free. I can’t speak for Dennis, but I know the studio always holds something for me.
I did look in vain for the last of the breakfast coffee. Dennis had beat me to it and I couldn’t see starting a new pot. Oh well. A tall glass of water did the trick.