A haze of fog was hanging over the treetops when I let the dog out to “do his business” this morning. Why I picture a dog dressed like an attorney every time I think of the “doing his business” phrase, is another story.
Anyway, the lighting was perfect for a little impromptu photography, even if I was still in my pajamas and bathrobe.
I’m sure my neighbors are used to this by now. Yes. I am the quirky, eccentric neighbor, the one who will probably make your property taxes go down, but only if you try to sell your home in the wee morning hours…
Or at sunset.
Or possibly in the middle of the day, should I happen to be home.
My schedule is varied and I have an impressive collection of bathrobes, night clothes, and kaftans. It’s as if my bedroom wardrobe is trying to say, “I might have traveled the world.” But I didn’t. I just have eclectic tastes.
Anyway, I had some setbacks in the cleaning/organizing department this weekend, but I’m still plugging along. I’m still writing, even if it means squeezing out only a sentence or two on my WIP.
It’s a new week. YAY! I’m still able to put one foot in front of the other to start again.
I’m feeling a little overwelmed by…everything, but that’s life. I probably should plan something fun for this week, as it’s the last week before kiddo starts school again, something besides being the wacky neighbor with a camera. Gesh!