Today, the cats are glued to the windows, watching the little bitty great tits hovering round the suet balls. I’m sipping Earl Grey and waiting for the water heater to catch up. The windows are steamed over, making the birds a hazy proposition for kittens. Fritatta is starting to smell good.
Yesterday was a walk in the park, today will be a sit in the laundromat. Life is a glam-o-rama.