A Sweet Day
A good night’s rest with no getting up during the night for a bathroom break. That calls for a sweet day.
I do have unusual breakfasts at times. I couldn’t see the last of the baked acorn squash go to waste. After two suppers, Dennis was over it. Some acorn squash drizzled with syrup . . . a tasty breakfast. I am not a fussy eater.
My day has been in the studio. My purple log cabin quilt top now needs to have three borders attached to it and then it becomes a quilt large enough for a double sized bed. I do tend to get side tracked in the studio. Checking this, checking that . . . looking to see if there are some items that could grace the recycling bin or the garbage bin. It is my goal to pair down wherever I can.
We had a frost that bit into the greenery of the Hosta earlier this week. When I look out the bathroom window, the fall season is very evident. Had not the wind been blowing during the cool morning, I would have gotten the weed whip out to knock down the Hosta. I did put that off until next week.
The mail brought a letter that looked as if it should have come from a family member. What it was, was an estimate of car insurance coverage for our two vehicles. Glancing at it, from State Farm, I am going to spend a bit more time on it to see if it would be or should be considered. A penny saved is not a bad idea.
This evening is our last meal of the chicken oven dish. Boo Hoo! So much for good tasty leftovers . . . until the next time.