This has been a dawdling morning. The sun is in and out, but it’s cold. My heat has been left at 62° just in case, and it was on this morning. The house was mighty cold. I should have realized it when I woke up and found Gracie huddled right beside me. Last night it rained again and the day is still damp. I have little incentive to do anything. For the purpose of personal hygiene, I will shower and brush my teeth, but that’s about it.

My muse is gone for the day. I have no idea where she went, but I hope it’s warm. I started reading last night, but I just couldn’t get interested, started another book hoping it would grab me, but it didn’t either. I’m thinking it’s me, not the books. Cold, rainy days are starting to get to me. Even the Red Sox got rained out last night. My deck is ready, but the weather just isn’t. I want dinner and a movie outside in the warmth of a summer night. Crotchety is how I’d describe myself today. Good thing I’m not expecting company.

This may make a record for the shortest post ever.