Raining.
I could stop writing just there, since I'm such a sucker for a rainy day. Perfection. Oldest son says that these sorts of days are only worthwhile for depressed people, anyway. Silly boy.
Got up at 6am with the dogs, and it wasn't raining yet. The burning bushes out front, though....my goodness. The sky was yellow and the light coming through the bushes was amazing. They're huge anyway (must post photo), and when it gets to this time of year, they cast a pink light into the kitchen. I don't think we'll get any wind this weekend---don't want them to drop their leaves yet, so I ought to be able to take some pictures tomorrow.
About to make a grocery list and then stop off at the library for a book on hold as well. A totally relaxing and delicious day. Oh, and middle daughter is making cinnamon rolls for tomorrow's breakfast---a triple batch! The Kitchen Aid will be moaning for sure.
Take care.
