We had a great weekend at home, reading the newspapers on the deck, watching the hummingbird, taking walks and writing. I even got caught up on a few tasks. Cooked a chicken breast on the grill tonight for a nice spinach/tomato/feta salad from a recent Bon Appetit.
My novel hit 70,000 words, most of them good, many of them will be replaced with other good words. Nonetheless.
I had time to groom the cats who were loving it, give the flowers one last shot of plant food and really relax. So Labor Day was a great holiday, with an almost scary touch of fall in the air. All week. What's that all about?
Tempted to make some pumpkin cupcakes. I know. Getting carried away.