Today is unusual because Steven's in Calgary. The house seems
quiet even though there are still five of us in it. The cats
immediately snuggled down on our bed, something they
never do, and slept deeply and peacefully. Normally Fiona
is not allowed on the bed, and rarely in the bedroom because
she's too rambunctious. Timbah broke my bedroom shutters
last year climbing on them to see a bird outside the window.
So he's not allowed in unsupervised either. Today they were
pretending to be little angels.
I've been paying bills, cleaning off my desk, and finally -- after
weeding, doing laundry and making dinner, -- painting. I'm
working on a little painting that I'll show you, but I know it still
needs more work. Right now it's gone overboard with a riot of
vegetation theme. Easy to get into with the entire backyard
garden a sea of blue forget-me-nots.
Did I mention that I'm reading an amazing novel? I did
yesterday. It's late now, and I'm calling it a night.
Have a good travelling day.
