Good Morning. I was up making coffee, when my wife's charity food help phone rang. It was 6:30 AM. I answered with my not so sweet gruff voice. No answer from the caller. Only the sound of a TV and shifting of papers was heard. I asked a few times before hanging up. My wife half asleep asking who it was. I guess they didn't like the sound of my voice. Eating my apple, waiting on coffee.
Good Monday, it's a bit of the breezy morning. There are some clouds, so the sunrise may be blazing. I will know when I start painting. But first my coffee. Cheers to you.
Good Sunday morning. A cup of coffee and time to catch up on friends and groups before heading out to paint the sunrise.