It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon. The house has been cleaned (well, enough to get by), the laundry is humming, my daughter and grandson are coming, and life feels balanced. Tomorrow I go back to work, as well as my husband, five weeks after his hip replacement surgery. I expect him to be extremely tired when he comes home. But, he says there’s no time like the present. He needs to go back and I know he is getting bored at home.
My daughter wants to take the dog to the dog park when she gets here – even if it is hot outside. I used to be a sun worshiper. As I age, I think I like cloudy, cool days better, but the dog won’t care.
I have been reading and re-reading the first galley (a gift from my editor) for Secrets of Sandhill Island that will be coming out later this summer. A great beach read with a twist. It is a romance/suspense I think you’ll enjoy.
The slow circling of the ceiling fan moves the already refrigerated air around the room and I am content just to sit and write.
Sundays are meant for rest and recuperation. What are you doing this afternoon?