It’s Sunday morning, and I slept in really late.
I need to get back into writing, in-between making a sourdough rye bread and spoiling one little kitty. If I can wake up.
The coffee is on its way. It’s a commercial coffee from a small mill instead of our usual home-roasted. It will wake me up just as well. Hopefully.
Me-Me and Girly-Girl are teaming up on my while I write. Me-Me thinks I’m not clean enough. Girly-Girl just wants attention.
Richard will brine and smoke salmon this afternoon. I want him to make a cream sauce and serve them over sourdough waffles for dinner if he’s feeling adventurous.
This is my Sunday. If I could only wake up …