Look at my cute new radio! In an amazing bit of serendipity, when I turned on the FM radio bit, it was already tuned to my fave station which immediately started playing Sweet Dreams by the Eurythmics. The radio and I are now bonded for life.

Then I swept through the shortwave channels and found a few things of interest I marked with tape to check out later. By interesting I mean stuff like the sound of an analog metronome with an overlying digital tonal pattern with regular and predictable tonal shifts. Squeee!

Proof of kittens. Also very angry momma cat.

She fed them and is now not leaving. Is she not leaving because there’s a bowl of food out there or because there’s another kitten still in the laundry room? Don’t know. I’ve partially closed the back door and out my laundry supply basket in front of it. Will stop casual entrance, but if this cats wants in to get to any other kittens, she certainly can get in. The kittens can definitely get back in through the hole, but since she’s lying right next to it and blocking it would have to be done from the outside, there’s nothing I can do about that right now.

I’d pick up the bowl of food to see if she leaves with them then, but I know she really needs the food. She wouldn’t be at my house if she had any other options. I’ll continue to monitor the situation through the back door window.

While I as slumped in my recliner contemplating what I wanted for dinner tonight, someone gently knocked upon the front door. Irritated, I quietly moved to the peephole and had a look to see who dared to want my attention after sunset. It was a young man holding a small white box tied up neatly with a little blue ribbon. I put on a cheerful face and whipped open the door. Maybe a little too quickly. I think I startled him.

Anyway, it was a cookie delivery from Tiff's Treats for us from Ballet Austin, celebrating our fifth anniversary of being donors. I cried when I read the note. Excellent start to the weekend.

And if you haven’t had cookies from Tiff's and you ever have the chance, you simply must. Pricey, but oh so very good! It’s such a sweet gesture, both literally and figuratively, and I’m feeling loved.❤️

See, I do occasionally leave the house.

Ok, it’s the first time we’ve gone to brunch since the Covid lockdowns began. It felt weird eating indoors. Felt weird taking my mask off to eat indoors. Felt weird being around so many people indoors. We asked to be seated out of the way, and our waitress was awesome about keeping her distance when speaking to us. It was a risk, but we just wanted to feel a little normal for once, and Sunday brunch was a thing we used to do every single Sunday.

We will not be doing it every Sunday, but maybe from time to time we go out to eat eggs and drink coffee someone else has prepared. Maybe.

Since it’s not like wet laundry is going to sit around waiting to be hung up, I truncated my clothesline plan, so as to avoid causing the husband any inconvenience. Wouldn’t want him to have to duck under a clothesline to get out of the house. Instead of running it from one end of the porch to the other, I ran is across the corner furthest from the door and hung the shirts on hangers and then on the line to use less space. This worked fine, since my yoga gear and the towels were in the drying racks.

If I’m being honest, I actually like drying the laundry outside. Feels more active, and maybe I will be less likely to forget I was doing laundry. Maybe what I’ve always hated about laundry day was having to remember to go move clothes or get clothes or start loads, and there was always so much at one time. That’s all a little different now, because I’m not tossing everything into a super capacity dryer. I mean, I’m kinda enjoying hanging clothes up outside.

I’m such a freaking weirdo.

Been busy pulling my fat outta the fire for forgetting Lin's birthday this morning. Have made some cupcake sized mini bundt cakes. I’ll put some whipped cream in the center with a couple blueberries and drizzle with some chocolate sauce.

Also, I quickly thawed a New York Strip, and it’s been marinating all afternoon, and the potatoes go in the oven for baking any minute now. Phew. Fancy dinner checked off. Maybe he won’t notice the whole forgetting to mention his birthday this morning that happened. 😆