The morning is a delight. It will be a hotter day than it has been with a high of 75˚and a low of 68˚. The sun is wonderfully warm, the sky brilliant and there is nary a breeze. I enjoyed coffee this morning, and the cream wasn’t frozen. I even had a bagel with cream cheese.

It is such a quiet morning I can hear only the birds. This is my favorite sort of morning.

The dogs are driving me crazy. They chase each other all over the house. I’m okay with that until they jump on and off the couch where I am sitting. Nala growls and Henry chews. They have a wonderful time. I don’t.

When I was a kid, I would have loved today. It is a roaming day, a day for a bike ride. The uniform of the day would have been shorts and a sleeveless blouse, the style when I was a kid. I always had what my father used to call a trucker’s tan. It ended at the shoulder. I wore low white sneakers and socks, whatever pair I could find in my sock drawer. Color didn’t matter, and I was known to wear two different colored socks if they were all I could find. Style was never a concern when I was young. I didn’t even care if my white sneakers were scruffy and dirty. One of my favorites rides was to Wakefield, the next town over. I’d stop and sit in the bandstand for a bit then ride around the lake. The houses facing the lake were huge, and I always wondered what it was like to live in such luxury. I wasn’t so much envious as curious. My ride ended when hunger drove me home.

Yesterday I went to Agway to buy my plants. I had a list, but I didn’t buy plants. The parking lot was filled; instead, I bought animal stuff. The biggest and most expensive was a water fountain for the cats. They drink a lot of water, and this holds a gallon.I also bought a pink collar for Nala. At least one of us will be stylish.

On the cleaning front, the frenzy continues. When I walked into the kitchen this morning, the counter was shining. I felt a strange sense of accomplishment. When I was in the bathroom, I looked out and noticed the glass in the the hanging lantern over the big table was dusty. Yup, I took it down, washed, dried then rehung it. I have one more from the living room to wash. This frenzy has run amok.