Buddy jumped on me at 8am. It’s kind of a shock, always a shock of sorts, but a lovely shock, of course. Sam said good bye and left for work.
Buddy and I cuddled up. I woke up again at 10am. Lovely. It was cold and wet and raining. Not so lovely.
I had my first morning coffee from the new coffee machine. It was grand. Fresh espresso coffee.
I scanned photos and stuff for the morning. Scanning old photos I think is one of my favourite things. It combines two of my very favourite things, nostalgia and images/artwork. I’m as happy as a pig in shit doing it.
I got Buddy out of bed at midday when we went to the dog park.
I went to the super market. I thought of that Barbra Streisand song from Funny Girl. The married lady song. The idea made me laugh, as I nonchalantly pulled a supermarket basket from the stack and headed into the shop.
The grey clouds opened up when we I got home and the rain came down.
And soon the day was over and Sam was home.
We ate baked potatoes and watched TV.
Midnight. It is cold, very cold.
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