It has been a dull, gray, rain filled weekend. The temperatures are dropping down. We are in autumn.
There is something wonderful about sleeping until you are ready to wake up, and moving about in the quiet morning dimness.
I've got a lot done this weekend. I am bringing my indoor plants back from the unheated greenhouse for the winter, and putting them in the library, the livingroom, the office. I've been cleaning and rearranging furniture. There's something very satisfying about that as well, at least to me.
I've been studying the avocado tree situation. I need to rehome 4 or 5 of them. I've got three neighbors in mind. It will be a nice chance to visit with them, and something to do while Tim is watching football.
I'm reading Virgil and Beatrice by Yann Martel, and I'm not sure why I am so intrigued by it. If I tried to tell you what it is about, you'd think it was the craziest idea for a story yet. But...oddly...it is not.
There was a long phone call with far away Cara.
It's been a soul satisfying weekend.