Self-Help Saturday: Mornings for the birds


A fly woke me up. Ok, many flies. They kept landing on my face and it was exceptionally irritating. I was having dreams that incorporated flies. I just bolted up and made coffee.

The birds and the cats and the dogs prance around this yard and know that it is theirs. I find a dead mouse, still warm and at my door, a gift from my huntress cats that keep the place patrolled at all times. Every rodent must cower in fear at the thought of my kitties. They cannot abide intruders.

It was a mellow morning and it ended with a wacky night catering. I did my first full wedding, and it was-an experience. We were at a winery and it was beautiful.


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