It’s a dark and dreary Saturday here on the homestead. It’s not even 3:30, but feels like 5:00. We’ve already been to the dog park, Daisy’s dug three more new holes in the backyard, and I’ve finally finished a set of papers. On the docket for the rest of today: a run (maybe), pumpkin/squash saag (new recipe), laundry (definitely), and maybe the first episode of the first season of Mad Men?
The house and I have settled into a calm and reasonable relationship. I’m even learning to live with dog hair.