The years just flow by like a broken down dam
It’s Saturday morning and there’s no one in the house but me and the cat. And the best part? That’s the way it’s going to be until tomorrow night. Mr. Spy and his brother have taken AJ to the state capital to see the Lincoln Museum and the State Fair (not necessarily in that order). It’s the second-to-last weekend before school starts and I’m getting my own vacation by virtue of going nowhere.
I have a boatload of household projects planned, far more than I can actually accomplish. Also on the agenda: eating cereal for dinner, painting my toenails and watching movies that no one else in the Spy house is interested in, and a bike ride with Fairlywell.
I’m sure by this evening I’ll be missing them a little, but right now I’m washing the breakfast dishes in my bare feet and belting out “Angel from Montgomery” with Bonnie Raitt and John Prine, cranked up nice and loud. A perfect Saturday morning.