Sunday morning. As is, of course. Unless there’s something that just shouldn’t be in a photo, I usually leave things the way they are in real life.

Still feeling a bit under the weather, so I’ve been taking it easy, though I did rouse myself enough yesterday to finish the wood floor in the dollhouse. I haven’t checked on it today, so I’ll take a photo of it for tomorrow’s post. I have two heavy books sitting it to make sure it dries flat.

The two wind events we had earlier in the week have left a lot of the trees in the woods bare. Don took a walk the other day and was depressed by the lack of green. No green canopy, just downed leaves. He put so much work into those paths and the creation of another kind of world, an escape. Seeing it all laid bare was sad. I haven’t walked through the woods yet and now I’m deliberately holding off because I know I will also get depressed.

Too fast. This autumn is moving along much too quickly. In the meantime, we wait and wait to vote. We wait and wait for November 3rd. It’s too much. I don’t want the season to go too quickly but I want to vote and have the election over. I guess you can’t have it both ways.

We had a chat with Little Z yesterday, though he was restless and soon took off for other adventures. I did get to talk to my beloved sister, though. I miss her so much. We’d give anything to hug each other right now.

I’m on page 250 of a 900+ page book and I’m really enjoying it. Don bought 100 Years of Solitude  yesterday and read a chunk of it outside on the funky patio. We both love magical realism and that book represents the pinnacle of the genre. For some reason – though I know I had a copy at one point – I’ve never read it. So it’s next on my TBR list.

Okay friends. I have to make our second cup of coffee.

Stay safe.

Happy Sunday.

One day flows into another. It’s Saturday, right? We have a madman in the Oval Office. COVID is surging once again. The election seems months away, yet it isn’t.

We’ve gone back to The Great British Baking Show. We watched several seasons a few years ago. Then we stopped watching for a while. Every once in a while I would suggest it, but Don wasn’t in the mood for it. Recently, he rethought that. So, we’re back. I love that show and it’s just the antidote to all the insanity being spewed at us every day. We’re still watching Frasier, as well, but we’re nearly to the final season, so we’re dragging it out a little.

Sad news: Broadway shows/performances remain suspended through May 30, 2021.

This is devastating to the performing arts. Just devastating. If everything starts back on June 1 (and that’s doubtful) Broadway will have been closed for 16 months. That has never happened before. So many people out of work, so many shows that will not survive this and will never reopen. So many restaurants impacted. So many businesses. Careers halted. Will agents survive this? Will producers?

And this is a harbinger for off-Broadway and regional theater, as well.

It’s heartbreaking. I can’t even write about it, it’s so upsetting.

We may rake leaves today, but I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather. Wind events seem to screw up my sinuses and we had two days of that this week. So I’m feeling rather foggy and out-of-it.

But it’s beautiful out there today and it’s going to be in the seventies. So, we may take a little drive and enjoy the fall color.

Stay safe.

Happy Saturday.