Yesterday morning I got up at my usual time of slightly before six o'clock, baked a batch of doughnut muffins, and walked across the street to share in an annual tradition that my new neighbors have to mark the winter solstice. At 7:35 a.m., we all went outside and sang the first verse of "Here Comes the Sun" as the sun rose, then went back inside for breakfast, coffee, mimosas and some vintage games. It was delightful.
I ducked out once and went back home to take Toby outside and retrieve my phone, which is when I saw the text asking if I could go out and finalize a kitten adoption. My printer is broken (although I have plans to try to fix it myself thanks to Dr. YouTube), but I was available to meet the family and send their new kitty home with them.
Once I was out and about, I decided to run a few errands to prepare for the upcoming holidays. My band was supposed to perform last night but our show got canceled because the bar had somehow booked two bands for the same night. With that kind of time on my hands, I figured I might as well fix a few things around the house, so I went to my favorite local hardware store and picked up supplies.
Naturally, I also stopped for coffee and a pastry because it's the kind of thing I do.
By the time my husband woke up around two o'clock, I was almost finished eating the previous day's leftovers for lunch and a nap was looming. I slept for almost two glorious hours and the dog didn't even notice I was in bed, which made for an uninterrupted sleep.
The weather had been icy since about noon and by the time evening rolled around, it was enough to keep us fairly close to home. We had dinner at a nearby restaurant with another couple, then stayed in for the evening and watched the documentary Sound City, which was really well done and interesting.
It was a lovely day and a great way to start two weeks of holiday celebrations.
Photo credit: cats in gloves