Today was freedom Friday for us. No commitments. No to-dos that were on fire. We "Called in drunk," as they sometimes say here in Alabama.
I picked up a New York Times yesterday and we read it this morning as we slowly sipped our steaming mugs of coffee. Life is good.
After doing a few chores around the house, we took the dogs for a walk. The sun was warm, but the breeze was out of the north. I had on a long-sleeve shirt, but Jilda wore a jacket.
On the second lap, I sat on the thinking bench for a moment petting Caillou. Jilda snapped a picture of me for my blog tonight.
Before ending our walk, I also shot a picture of our red tips. The color this time of year is remarkable.
I picked up a New York Times yesterday and we read it this morning as we slowly sipped our steaming mugs of coffee. Life is good.
After doing a few chores around the house, we took the dogs for a walk. The sun was warm, but the breeze was out of the north. I had on a long-sleeve shirt, but Jilda wore a jacket.
On the second lap, I sat on the thinking bench for a moment petting Caillou. Jilda snapped a picture of me for my blog tonight.
Before ending our walk, I also shot a picture of our red tips. The color this time of year is remarkable.
