Good grief it feels like a Monday

First, the dog went to the back door, saw it was raining out side, and relieved his aging bladder on the rug there. Then the youngest and I got into it a bit at breakfast. In addition, we were out of milk. I was tempted to go back to bed and pull the magic covers over my head until things improve.

I’m helping a friend with some photos this morning, so I won’t be posting. There are still a couple of things I’d like to get to, though. I’ll give it a try this afternoon.

Maybe by then it will feel like Thursday.