It's late in the morning and my chickens are still in bed...the ones who've not already gone to work. Fourth son was hired at the restaurant where two of the other boys work, and had his first day on the job yesterday. I think he's excited. He didn't envision working there, but with the other boys so thoroughly entrenched, it sort of just fell into place. Sure helps with the driving to and fro. They can all ride together, most days, and on the rare occasion, I have to take one.
With the restaurant closing down late...supposed to be done around 10pm, but folks linger and they usually get home 11pm or later...sleeping in is the norm. And with it summer-time, the others follow suit. I''m enjoying the house to myself...closed the hall door so the dogs and I have this end of the house, and the slumbering ones the other end. The washer chugs along, and I've not yet raised the shades. Restful, let me tell you.
And there's nothing pressing, so it's nice to take it easy. Besides it's going to be darn hot this week. The temps are supposed to be right at 100F. and that's before you add the heat index. Lots of watering of plants, and limiting the little ones/dogs time outside.
Hopefully a lazy week, and one with less internal drama than lately. Think I'll read books that don't stretch my intelligence, do some more needlework (going very slowly) and putter around. Might open a can of paint and do some touch-ups inside.
Boring, but restoring.
(not my kitchen, but from a free-online source)
