It’s such a lovely thing, hanging out on the deck, on a Sunday morning, especially this morning.
A beautiful day, cool, breezy and boozy.
Did I say boozy?
I had good intentions, waking at dawn, with a winged heart, and all that jazz.
But when day light hit, and the cats started to drive me crazy, my ambition hit the deck…. literally.
4 beers later, I ignored the bustle in my hedgerow, and decided to take a day of rest.
I sauntered in and out to the deck, wobbling ever so slightly, as the morning progressed.
At exactly 12 noon, the cats were stalking me.
Hey, guys, I know it is noon. Just cool it, will you?
I am a tad bit unsteady on my feet.
I must have the flu or something.
I love to pretend I am sick.
Do you think I have that munchkin disease?
I just googled it: