Just so you know, there is something of a debate regarding the spelling of “worshiped.” The English, ever persnickety in matters of their language, prefer “worshipped” spelled with a double “p.” I suspect they have a reason. Maybe it has something to do with “tea time.” The English are touchy about tea time in particular.
I am still a bit miffed that they turned color into colour and girls into birds.
Enough of that.
Let’s talk about yesterday.
What a gorgeous day.
Wait a minute! New development. My smarter-than-me-phone just informed me that I can expect “light traffic” in my area. Pretty accurate, actually. I live way out in the sticks. A single car—Kevin—drove past my house a minute ago. Same as yesterday and the day before.
One car every day. That’s pretty much it.
Thank you, smarter-than-me-phone.
Anyhow, yesterday, I and my 40 pounds of housecat sprawled out on my back deck to catch some sun. First time of the year for that. We were something of a heap if you wish to be precise. My cats insisted on inhabiting my space. I mean their space.
Cats tend to regard everything as theirs
As a final note, I had to cover my head from direct sunlight. Two weeks ago, a pretty dermatologist with a sharp scalpel removed a couple chunks of skin from me.
Sun damage from the old days.
The sun gives life, the sun kills.