I arrived fashionably late to the party, except it started early.
Found a super-sweet, legal parking space, after running over a hazard cone, in front of the construction crew.
I roasted all the potatoes and made carrot soup; for lunch tomorrow.
I did not have the wine, but I think I’ll probably have ice cream for dinner.
Still making cookies, but I ran out of parchment.
Walked, and lugged, and sweated, but didn’t stretch.
Got that book out of the library I won’t have time to start.
Washed all the dishes just to make ’em dirty again.
Leaned against the headstones and watched the cloudless blue sky on this day when summer’s come back to cha-cha with fall.
Well then, perfect.