Coffee is a spiteful but useful friend

This morning my son slept in, and I relished the peace until almost 8 a.m. The result was that I was too afraid to start my usual pot of coffee until two hours later than normal. What a difference from my normal routine!

I didn't get a withdrawal headache, but I did languish in a decaffeinated stupor, and the morning slid idly by. While I normally get a lot done by 9:30am, today I barely managed to get off my ass by then.

On the other hand, I am making up for it now. My buddy and I went for a nice walk up the road, at the end of which you get a teasing glimpse of the Calaveras River. We picked up three plastic grocery bags of trash along the way, something I have been urged to do by the voices in my head for the last several trips up that way. Maybe now they'll be quiet, or at least find something else to nag me about.

I've done some housework, necessitated by a weekend that was too busy for housework, but more fun than I had anticipated. Donald and his wife visited, and Amy came over. It was nice to have company for a change.