Today is warmish and sunny. The clouds come and go. After yesterday, I am feeling accomplished despite my very late rising this morning. Yesterday I was able to tear up my completed to do list, finish all my errands and clean more shelves here in the den. I have even started my laundry on its guilt trip to get washed. The bag and basket are now by the cellar stairs. It was a two trip load from upstairs. If past history serves me, the laundry will sit by the cellar door for a week, maybe even longer. My guilt threshold is very high (or is it very low?). I even put away in the appropriate bin the Christmas presents I bought on sale after Christmas (Be Kind!). I have two more envelopes to mail, but I’ll do that Monday. They are the time capsule boxes for my grands to put last year away.

I’m staying home today. I have no other plans. For some reason I keep thinking it is a Saturday. It feels like a Saturday to me. Saturday is waking up late knowing you have no responsibilities, √. Saturday is slowly digesting the papers √. and watching an old movie √. It is wearing comfies and fleece-lined slippers √. It is eating popcorn, no check yet. That is my treat for after I finish here.

On a winter’s Saturday when I was a kid, I wore the Saturday uniform of sorts every other kid wore. I wore dungarees, girl dungarees. They had a zipper in the pocket and no fly. I wore long sleeve jerseys or blouses and a sweatshirt, just a plain sweatshirt with no hood or pouch, or, if going out on a really cold day, a jacket. I wore socks with my sneakers.

I always wore a pair of mittens in the winter because getting my fingers in each glove finger hole took too much time. Often I had to start over as my fingers were in the wrong holes and the glove dangled. Putting on gloves quickly is one of those I’m not a little kid anymore talents. What’s interesting is I still prefer mittens even though I have mastered gloves. Mittens keep my fingers warmer. My favorite pair is a bright pink fleece.

The furnace man came with the new part, an inducer motor. After it was installed, I couldn’t believe how quiet the furnace had become. I think it had been getting nosier but not so much I noticed until it wasn’t noisy any more.

I didn’t do anything yesterday, but I do have small, small (as they say in Ghana) things to do and a couple of places to go today. In front of me on the table is my checkbook which needs to be checked with my account. Yesterday’s mail hasn’t been opened, and it too is on the table, in line to be opened. I brought a cookbook in here, one I haven’t looked through for a while: Mma Ramotswe’s Cookbook. It is part of my collection of cookbooks from novels, ones like The Little Women Cookbook: Tempting Recipes from the March Sisters and Their Friends and Family which is my newest one. Others of my cookbooks include Anne of Green Gables and Game of Thrones.

The last pieces on the table are miniature figures from Peter Pan. They were sort of stored or at least kept together on the top of a wax candle and all were covered in dust. I was in a bored mood and cleaned everything. I don’t remember how long ago I bought these figures and anything else about them except their names are in French. I’m going to put them on the shelf my sister gave me for Christmas. It is in the kitchen.

I have found the perfect places for all of my amazing and unique Christmas presents. That took a while as I carried them from room to room and wall to wall. My newest Bolga basket is on the old blue chair with the painted moons, the corner chair in the living room. The dye free grass of the basket is framed by the deep blue of the chair behind the seat on which the basket sits. I love the way they look look together, the basket and the chair.

My fruits and veggies arrived yesterday as did the most wonderful cinnamon bread, all from Improper Foods. I so love that bread. It was out the last I ordered so I’ve been waiting a month. The bread is sitting on the counter. I’m going to have a toasted slice with my coffee in a few minutes. The toast gets crispy on the edges while the cinnamon melts on the inside. I think it is ideal.

Last night I watched Giant from the Unknown, a black and white science fiction-horror movie from 1958. For all you B science fiction fans, this is right up your alley so to speak!

Well, I have to finish here and go to bed as it is nearly two. I ended up dusting the shelves in my den and taking collections like my snow globes off the shelves one at a time then cleaning where they had been placed then cleaning them, all one a time. I worked my way around the room. I only have a couple of boxes left. As for my errands, they’ll have to be in the afternoon. I’m really tired, housecleaning does that to me.