It’s actually darker in here than this photo indicates. It’s a rainy morning.

Frankly, I welcome it. Don mowed most of the front lawn yesterday and I mowed the Secret Garden and weed whacked and pulled weeds. Normally, this would be no big deal, but it was very hot and far more humid than we had anticipated. I’m glad we got it done, but we were wiped out for the rest of the day and this morning I feel like incredibly lethargic due to the dreaded allergies.

Anyway, I plan to be a slug today and a gentle rain is the perfect backdrop for doing nothing. (Well, I’ll wash the towels and clean a wee bit, but not much more!)

I finished The Woman in Blue  by Elly Griffiths this morning and have started The Chalk Pit. By the way, it’s always best to read a series in order because most good writers develop the recurring characters over time and tracking all of that is half the fun of the reading experience.

Apropos of nothing, I still read several blogs and lately I’ve noticed some bloggers using another blogger’s post – usually once a week. They’ll give credit to the source, which is good, but isn’t that the equivalent of using someone else’s hard work to fill your space? Do they ask permission to use the post, I wonder? If I was their teacher, and I was a teacher for years, I’d call that a lack of originality, bordering on cribbing. I suppose they might frame it as passing along something neat to their readers. Okay. However, if that’s the case, why not link to the original post so the content originator gets the clicks and ad income? That’s the way it should be done.

As it is, they’ve done none of the work and research that went into the creation of that post. And in some cases, are making money off of it. Troubling.

One good thing – the humidity has broken and the temperature has dropped. Huzzah!

I intended to mention this a few weeks back, but better late than never. Happy 50th Anniversary to my dear cousin Eileen and her husband Woody, two of the finest people I know. Eileen reads this blog and I absolutely adore her. When I saw that their kids and grandkids had gathered together to celebrate the anniversary, I was reminded that I was a bridesmaid in that wedding! Fifty years: congratulations, dear ones!

Stay safe.

Happy Saturday.