Saturday morning in New Orleans, and I can see blue sky up there outside my windows and above the crepe myrtles. I slept pretty well last night, but am a little bit foggy this morning; not sure what that's all about, but I am sure some coffee will clear that problem right up. I stopped at the grocery store on my way home from work last night, so I don't have to leave the house at all this weekend if I don't want to--and right now, in my foggy headed state, that sounds absolutely lovely, quite frankly. All I really feel like doing this morning is reading; I may even finish The Underground Railroad at long last. There are some chores to be done today, and I do seriously need to do some cleaning around here, but right now I am just going to relax and enjoy my coffee and maybe fold the laundry once the dryer is done fluffing them again.
I need to do some writing this weekend, but it may wait until tomorrow. We'll see how I feel later on. Right now I'm too foggy to even think about it, quite frankly.
The more I look about the kitchen, the more my skin crawls. These windows are also thoroughly revolting. Maybe it's time to get out the ladder and get to work on them.
But it's also lovely to have a normal weekend again. Paul was at the office working the three weekends prior to the Festivals, and the one before that was the last weekend of Carnival, so we've not had a normal weekend in well over a month, which sucks. It's part of why I think I've been in a bit of a writing rut, to be honest. (I just can't seem to motivate myself to write, and when I do, it's a real struggle to get words down. But I WILL GET SOME WRITING DONE THIS WEEKEND OR HEADS WILL ROLL. Whose heads, of course, remains to be seen.)
And we can get caught up on all of our television shows, at long last.
Okay, tis off to the spice mines with me. Here's a Saturday hunk for you.