A bottle of reds.
A bottle of whites.
Yes, I had another Monday off.
You see, I save 4 or 5 vacation days a year for snow storms.
And we haven’t had any …..yet.
It was never my intention to get anything accomplished today.
I cherish these few days a year that I do whatever I feel like doing.
Today, I made the mother of all breakfasts.
My Mom used to make “raw” fries, and I absolutely consider them my favorite comfort meal.
Raw potatoes sliced very thin and fried in olive oil.
And dippy eggs.
With bacon and toast.
Then to the closet:
One of my coworkers had a devastating experience a few weeks ago and lost everything in a fire: Size 14 women: Size medium men.
I intended to go through the kitchen cabinets and box up the much needed dishes, pots and pans, but somehow it was wine oclock, and I will leave the dishes for another day.
The cats have a new ritual.
When they know I am home for the day, the two of them stalk me from afar.
Now they approach me with an attitude.
I could handle it when they kept their distance, but this….
As I was saying, a bottle of reds, a bottle of whites.
A mild Monday in mid December.
What a treat to be home on a non snowy day.
A relaxing day in the crazy world of the chicken butt.
A simple day.
And one to be cherished.