Sky full of song

Temperature: a drizzly 15/59 degrees

Eating: in a minute.

Drinking: It’s time to switch from red to rosé now that summer is just around the corner.

Watching: the days getting longer and the nights shorter. 😊

Listening: to birds migratory and local from dawn till dusk. 🥰

Reading: Putin’s People: How the KGB Took Back Russia and Then Took On the West by Catherine Belton, and When He Was Wicked by Julia Quinn.

Writing: It’s a birthday bonanza right around this time, so cards, actual tangible colorful cards, handwritten, to be sent all over the place.

Thinking: about doing a döstädning inspired by Margareta Magnusson, I mean there are things in this house that have overstayed their welcome, for sure, and things my family would puzzle over in the event of my sudden departure, or, as they say in plain English, death, cocksure.

Feeling: re: above, we should probably keep the adult toys in one box and put some sort of warning label on it. I know, it’s life, so what? I know, but have you stumbled upon your parent’s/parents’ or comparable adult’s/adults’ sex toys? Yeah, you don’t want to know. You may well know, but you don’t want to know.