The kitty let us sleep without her usual stroll across our heads at 5:30 am followed by the nudges to the shoulder. Instead she stayed curled up sleeping contently. We woke from our slumber around 9:30 am, and we’re able to take slow rolling start to the day.
Despite the nasty humid weather, we enjoyed breakfast at one of my favorite neighborhood spots. I find their French toast to be a bite of sweet heaven. After breakfast we wandered down to the old neighborhood to stop by CVS. (I still haven’t managed to switch my prescription location.) Walking back we stumbled across a sign for an art festival at the Yards Park for later that afternoon. Seeing that there would be whiskey, of course, The Thinker was on board.
We made it home to cool off and get a load of laundry in the washer before heading back out. It was then while I was spending some QT with my laptop on the sofa and The Thinker doing the same in his study that it started. I was 100 percent certain that The Thinker was up to no good when I heard the noise. It was like a clapping or slapping noise. Instead of investigating, I stayed on the couch yelling at him to knock it off. He followed a similar approach until he realized it wasn’t me. Instead he found our ceiling fan acting a fool in the bedroom. It is now hanging by the wires. I am convinced it will be on the floor by the time we return home from the office.
This picture doesn't do the mess justice, but you get the idea. Darn cell phone camera.
Thankfully, this didn’t slow down the day. We still checked out the arts, which was a bit of a joke. On the way home, we slipped into an open house near our place to bring us back to reality. If only money grew on trees because I would love to call that place home. The night was spent watching bad TV and worrying about the ceiling fan. I’m not sure if I didn’t sleep well because our mattress is having issues again or because I was scared the fan would come crashing down during the middle of the night.
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