Today is Sunday
This day is Sunday and I have quarantined myself to the first floor of our home due to a cold cement floor and cold walls in the studio. Bummer.
When I poured breakfast coffee into my northern wall cup this morning, the steam rose like a volcanic reaction. The coffee was tasty and the second cup stayed hot longer.
About the only positive spin I could put on the winter of these last months is that with no snow, ice or sleet, there is nothing coming into the house that may have been caught on the bottom of the shoes. Dennis makes untold number of trips from the patio porch to the house during the course of his days. Me . . . not so much. The reason being he has no options for his awake time to keep his interest. Really unfortunate, but that is how it is.
There ‘s been more traffic moving in the bitter cold as the afternoon has gone by. As I was stitching and having a YouTube video on in the foreground of my desk, a vehicle caught my line of sight pulling into Stauffer Avenue. Yup . . . it was the little red pickup heading to the garage. Dennis, Dennis.
I have been stitching and reading for this day. Any progress is good. It is amazing how making one stitch over another to make a cross does count up. Watching videos, in certain geographical areas, there are many that find stitched projects to save in thrift stores. Those that save them are stitchers themselves. The Goodwill thrifters soon pick up on the fact that the inventory is all color coded to indicate how long it has been in the store before it is moved on to the next step, whatever that may be.
We had a supper last night of sautéed jumbo shrimp, instant potatoes and greens. This evening, I will brown the leftover potatoes, mix in some scrambled eggs and cut up breakfast sausage and call it a skillet meal.
With that I will take my leave. ♥