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After all my doings yesterday, I did head for my chair. I read for awhile as my two boys napped. Pretty soon I found my head bobbing and I settled in and the next thing I knew I was off to dreamland myself and not waking up until 7 p.m. Oh my! I had not planned on sleeping this late. Geesh, I even missed the nightly news. I hadn't even tackled any of my household projects. I guess I needed the sleep.

Although it took me awhile to fall asleep when I went to bed, I did sleep. I had to get up a couple of times to use the bathroom facilities but then, once in bed, I fell back to sleep. Still, 6 a.m. comes early.

I wake up to hearing raindrops on the back patio. It is raining enough that DH drives me over to the community center to put my rolling basket in line to hold my space. Back at home we have a truck-side chat and marvel at the dawn on the how the clouds look with the sun beginning to show through. As much as I don't like to get up early now, I love this time of the morning.

It had stopped raining by the time we arrived home so I may be able to walk over to the community center to get my number in line, will have to see. DH says the storm is coming up from the south and that it could just begin raining again. I don't mind because my outside plants can use the rain as well as the hillsides. I'm sure the farmers are minding it either.

The other day when driving back from SLO-town, I noticed one field of purple colored flowers. There are several fields where flowers are grown and when they are in bloom it is like a patchwork quilt and the fragrance is heavenly. I especially notice it when I am riding the motorcycle.

Once in the house, Bailey is howling for breakfast and some fresh water. I take care of him. DH goes to his L-top, and I work on cleaning up the kitchen. I had planned to meditate but cleaning the kitchen is mindful work and it brings satisfaction. I will meditate between 8 and 10 a.m. hours since all my other morning stuff will be done. Besides, there is nothing like writing to the rhythm of dishwasher.

The rain has stopped but boy is it humid. I was able to get a 10 minute walk in between rain drops.

The food bank jaunt is done. I was disappointed in that the yogurt I received, the bottom was cracked and some of it leaked into my bag. Not only do I not get to have yogurt but I also have to wash my bag.

I hear it raining again. The good thing about this is all my potted plants shall have a nice drink of water.

Well, I am off to my chair to begin a new book.

mz. em

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-- "The Camel Club" - David Baldacci


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