I remembered, for once, to bring my wellies inside last night, so that this morning I could put them on in the warmth of the kitchen--they weren't wet or cold as they so often are...they were just....toasty.
The sparrows around the pile of seeds I put on the bird table remind me of a group of women sitting around a table chattering...nodding enthusiastically, butting in when others are talking and flitting here and there tending to unseen babies.
I have done what I wanted to do this week, by today. Which means I have tomorrow to do some unexpected stuff. I feel as if I am ahead. It won't last, but I am enjoying it while I can.