M has gone to riding and I am sitting on the couch in my nightgown with a cardigan over it. Jim the cat is sleeping near by with his head resting gently on the shoelaces of my sneakers. I feel sort of like a New Yorker cartoon.
It’s a little overcast. A good day to lie on the couch and read, although really I need to clean the house and survey the garden.
If we’re going to have a party for M, and we should, we’d better get on it.
I can smell the sweet peas that I bought the other day at the farmers market.