Great Temps
Walking this morning in my kind of weather of 60 degrees . . . does the heart good. Fall is my favorite time of year. Dennis on the other hand has polar fleece and gloves on. The wind is brisk today. The weather for the entire coming week tends to be on the cooler side. I like that.
I am persevering in the studio. Never a bad time for some sorting and organizing. No one but me has been down there. By not returning every single thing to where it belongs once used . . . makes for hunting for it the next time.
Dennis baked out items for his breakfasts . . . scones. His frosting skills for the top of them is getting better. I don’t eat carbs to that degree for my first meal of the day. To each his own.
The slicer worked great last night for raw fried potatoes. We have just moved up in tricking out our kitchen. We may not use it often. It will be there when it is needed. After all, it’s not the type of slicer that I would need eating pizza three times a week . . . I wish. The ole cowboy has won that round . . . along with green veggies and fruit . . . or so he believes. Life is too short to dig in my slipper’s heel.
Not much excitement here today. I have my limits . . . dang. I am the first and only one of me, and more than two of me . . . the world could not handle.