. . . today must be Friday.

And it was an incredibly unremarkable Friday.

I got some stuff done around the house, then sat on the porch for a few minutes.

In nothing flat (almost) there were several adorable little masked faces looking pleadingly at me.

So I got the cat kibble and portioned it out. Result: a bunch of happy little raccoons.

Mama raccoon gave me a look of gratitude.

Once the critter collection had been fed I headed for Arby's for an extended meal.

I am finally nearing the end of Sherry Tepper book. Once finished, I'll mail it off to California.

The temperatures have gone down a bit over the past couple of days. More clouds help with that. But the temps are still high enough to be an excuse for postponing outdoor work.

I haven't had the TV on today, so I don't know if the world will be falling apart in the near future.

I haven't even really checked to see what tonight's TV drivel will be. It doesn't really matter much, because I plan on finishing the book tonight.

Life here is just one brilliantly exciting day after another.