muddy monday
I thought the rain was done Saturday night on my way home from the firehouse, but it kept falling yesterday and hasn't stopped today. The temperature outside keeps falling, too, so the changing of the sheets this morning was an occasion to switch from the quilt to the duvet.
I was slow moving through cleaning so went for a hike to energize and catch a glimpse of the changing of the leaves. Some of the fungus also couldn't wait for the storm to pass and were stretching out for a breath while we walked by doing the same.
I spent most of yesterday at a friend's for an Oktoberfest birthday. We watched Hocus Pocus then the new sequel. A group walk with the dogs scheduled for the early evening was rained out. I pocketed them a macaron on my way home from the party and watched Urban Legends with them on the couch.
A neighbor dropped off curry while I was out yesterday. I made a pot of rice and had both for a late dinner then lunch today. I ran the dishwasher while we were out this afternoon and returned the tupperware this evening refilled with sage and thyme from the garden, with which I also made a pot of tea. Thoreau complained about morning chores, but that might speak more to his failure to tap into the magic unearthed by donning spooky pajamas to crawl into the duvet cover to tie down the corners of the liner to have a fresh bed to climb into after warming up with gifted spicy food after washing up with the dogs after splashing through the mud under the canopy.