Today is Farmers' Market day, must get over there. It will seem odd to go alone, without YG, but we need fruit and veggies. I could even walk and cover the exercise base at the same time. I need to keep drawing and painting because class begins in 2-1/2 weeks and I don't want to start off with stiff fingers and rusty skills. I still need to plant the agapanthus I chose two weeks ago and everything seems dry even though we water almost daily. The dogs need to be walked because Steve left early and didn't do it, but I need to be walked too so that's okay. I'm behind in my reading and owe several people responses to their letters. I don't have to concern myself with bill paying because everything is automatic these days - funds go in and out and we never see anything anymore, something I truly appreciate. But I will hand over real cash to the vendors at the market, the only time in a week I actually touch money. The new Farm Trails listings came in this morning's newspaper - we still read newspapers in touchy-feeling print form - so I can scavenge the county during the summer harvest.
This is a Day Off. I don't have nearly enough of these even though life is in the slow lane most days. But a truly empty day with no pressing demands except for those internally driven, no one in this country has enough of those!