Weekend mood!

I woke up this morning and had to lay there a couple minutes trying to figure out what day it even was.
The days don’t mean much anymore; they all blur together.
So far Badger hadn’t reminded us about her Monday appointment, which she always does on Sundays, and Cowboy hadn’t gone to church this week, so I assumed it might be Sunday.

You’d think having Raven here yesterday would’ve made it obvious that was Saturday, which would make today Sunday.
But it didn’t stick.
For a moment I just lay there thinking, good grief, I’m not even sixty yet and I’m already forgetting what day it is.

They’re saying we’re in Blackberry Winter, and it’s gotten pretty nippy. 
I’ve had the heat on since last night and kept it running all day.

It's been a quiet day, and I'm feeling kind of restless.
I just haven't found anything to keep me busy.
Days like this make me wish I’d learned to drive or at least insisted we stay in a town where you could walk to anything and everything.

Growing up, none of us needed to drive.
Hometown had everything you could need: doctors, restaurants, schools, a hospital, stores, and parks, all in easy walking distance.
Down here, nothing happens, and you’ve got to go somewhere else if you want to do anything.

The day went as usual.
Cowboy went to morning and evening church.
After morning service, he went outside for a bit, then took his usual nap in the recliner until it was time to leave again.
Evenings stay the same, nap and TV.
Badger and I watched too much TV.

Right now she can’t see worth a lick, wearing those dark glasses like Stevie Wonder.

They said the optometrist won’t be in until Tuesday, but maybe the office staff will still be in and taking appointments tomorrow.
If I can get her in Tuesday, hopefully they’ll have the new glasses back by the weekend.
I can’t imagine that having to wear pitch-black sunglasses all the time is helping her any.

She and I went out earlier this morning.
Heron had me put my she‑shed decorations back up.
I cut back this year, so a lot of them will just stay in the she‑shed.
Then he planted flowers and said that’s my Mother’s Day present.

I’m pretty sure he headed out fishing once that was done.
He disappeared anyway.
Then late this evening he went kayaking.

Badger made spaghetti and meatballs for supper.
Heron came home just as I was heading to bed.
I told him I’d saved the meatballs in the refrigerator, but the spaghetti had been sitting on the stove since seven p.m.
He still had cold spaghetti and meatballs.
I don’t guess three-hour-old spaghetti sitting on the stove will hurt him any.

I’m getting off of here.
I’m already stretched out in bed with my tablet, so I can’t exactly say I’m heading to bed.
I’ll clean the post up tomorrow.