Is it wrong to jump up and down and do my happy dance because I’m finally alone again?
I’m trying some coffee this morning. Or as my Grandmother Anna would call it, coffee milk. Half of each. Anyway I’m trying it because it’s the Macaron coffee from someplace overseas. And it smells heavenly and tastes like a silky macaron.
I started to say everything is back to normal here, but it isn’t. We have a new normal now. At least I’m alone and able to sit around in my underwear reading and swigging coffee and eat okra. Yes, you read that right. Much like caviar, I love to pop those things against the roof of my mouth.
Since I am unable to spend hours reading in the bathtub until I get this bandage off my back later today, I thought about washing bed linens and stuff but then I decided I would wait and see if the laundry fairy would show up. For some reason she thinks she deserves a vacation. But at least the food fairy showed up with squash, fresh green beans, cherries and other good stuff. I am all rested up and ready for next week.
Hoping you all have a good Saturday!