We don’t often have the same day off, but we did today and it was wonderful. A long morning with toast, coffee, tea, books and magazines, and then a drive out to Marshall to disc golf. It’s gotten pretty cool the last few days, but the sun has been warm under the wind. When we got home, we wrapped up in blankets again and sat on the patio while Drew’s chicken roasted and Bunk waited for voles. None appeared, but she did get lucky with some meaty bits from dad. I can’t eat it, but I still love the smell. Brings me back to the house on 6th street, with Molly and I breaking the wishbone and “Simply Folk” playing on the under-cabinet radio. Sundays.