Rest, at last.

I'm sitting on a swing on my back deck right now, enjoying the combined splendor of wireless Internet and a cool, sunny, Southern day. I can literally see at least 20 birds of varying color. They all seem to be singing the same tune. The crispness of the breeze is offset by the warmth of the sun creeping around the swing's canopy. It is the kind of day they'd put on the brochure. I stayed home from work today because I wasn't feeling great. A short nap in this Bob Ross setting might be just what the doctor ordered. It's a gorgeous day, Amelia is at school, Meggan is at work, what could stop me now?


Apparently, this little mongrel that won't quit bringing me her damn squeaky toy, that's what.