Splendid weather today.
The kind that makes you want to do nothing save read a book in the brightest part of your house, which is exactly what I shall now proceed to do.
The need to pull curtains from windows to have light pour instead of mere sieved in is strong today, not just because the sun is out full strength, but also because it's not nearly as cold as to leave one speechless from being anywhere away from heat producing radiator.
It's rare to sit back on a bed, propped up against pillows in the middle of day, swaddled in thick blankets to read a book, ''tis a pleasure rarely known, hardly experienced—what with running around and pirouetting on life's singular fingers.
By not today me laddie..today I AM propped up on pillows on a freshly made guest room bed, unoccupied to my advantage with the cat lounging against my leg, a book in hand (my hand not the cats), watching light stream in and pages go by.
Sighs..the promise of hopeful days.
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