The last several weekends have been crammed. We had fun but come Sunday evening it felt as though we had no Weekend.
This week we've declined several offers to do things. The entertainment section of the paper was jammed with cool things to do. Jilda and I made a conscious decision to veg-out this weekend. Do mindless home stuff that required no thought. We could do stuff or not. Either choice was right.
This morning Jilda made eggs in a basket. For those who haven't had these, it's bread with a hole punched in the center. She toasts this in a frying pan and then drops an egg in the hole. She also prepared Conecuh Sausage to go along with the eggs. It was a perfect way to start off the day.
After breakfast, we went for a brisk walk. The temps had dropped about 15 degrees from last Saturday. When we rounded the barn, I almost stepped on a patch of mushrooms. I'm not sure what kind they were, but a name for the picture sprang to mind.
I called the Fungi condos.