Some are born to greatness

[rolanni]

The Long Back Yard:

Saturday. Late getting up. Sunny and cold.

Firefly joined me on the couch last night and went to sleep really hard so I stayed with her and finished my book. Then I got up and wandered out to my office which was so bright that I thought I must have left the light on.

But no, it was the Moon. What a beautiful, beautiful moon, and the world turned black and white.

Shadows black and magical across the snow filled yard.

I sat on the cats observation table for a while and communed with the moon, which meant I didn't get to bed until after midnight.

And here we are.

This was dictated via my phone
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So, today I'm taking down the decorations; have a couple of errands in the afternoon. Any writing will likely be of the Sitting with the Manuscript variety. Also need to swap out the cat fountains, in anticipation of which the dishwasher is doing its thing.

How's everybody doing this morning?
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Decorations down -- I nearly forgot the window star, but remembered it when there was a box with nothing in it.

Errands run. I have a grinder on loan, thanks to the generosity of Carmela Patriotti. Ordered in dunch while I was putting the taken-down decorations away. Dishwasher emptied and now it's time to swap out the cat fountains, after which I do believe I may collapse on the couch and avoid the news.

All that said, I'll just say my goodnights now.

Everybody stay safe, be careful, hug the people you love.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Today's blog post title brought to you from the man who wrote Shakespeare's plays, from Twelfth Night:  "Some are born to greatness, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them."

Firefly helped me take the tree down: