A Wet, Gray Morning

8:17

I did not get up until after 7:00,  sleeping in for once, to an uninspiring morning of drizzle and clouds, raindrops on the windows, a 52º.  And there's not much action on the lake this early, no buffleheads, boats, just a few Canadian geese off in the distance.

Yesterday was another fine day at the lake, sun and blue skies, mild temperatures, yet we spent most of the day in the house getting ready for our trip on Friday.  I did get to yoga, the one excursion away from the house.  When I got home, Evie was busy, doing everything but what she knew she should be doing, which was packing for our trip.  It always seems to happen to us, not wanting to do what you know you have to do.  So, you find things to do that are less onerous, like cleaning the bathrooms or cleaning the oven.  At least things get done.

Lunch was simple, tunafish sandwiches and soup, some Game of Thrones, then afternoon of reading and taking a nap, then more reading, listening to POTUS and canceling both our paper and mail.  Evie's afternoon was like the morning although she gave me a haircut which was well needed.

Neither of us felt like dinner after a busy day, so we ordered a pizza from Coppolo's in Bemus and I picked it up at 6:00.  When I got home, a salad was made and we ate it while watching the OJ mini series, still riveting, then a James Corden Special and finished the evening off with some of the town halls with the candidates, mostly Trump who is always entertaining as well as infuriating.  His bluster makes him a tough interview but Chris Matthews bluster was just as noisy.  They were well matched. And watching Trump is like waiting for a train wreck.   I am reading another South African novel by Deon Meyer called TRACKERS, which I really like, a nice change from politics.