Here I sit. Momma has is off at bunco. One dog at my feet. The other is sleeping out on one of mom's "Oh No you didn't" quilts. Been a long week. I figured, that, since my boss was off the grid for a week, this week would be some serious coasting time. No worries. Let's get this party started. Au contraire. I had plans to get a lot of things done but life has a way of throwing you curves. I guess I should be glad I made it to the weekend in one piece, but just not sure in what condition.
I sit here with a glass of scotch and one needy dog (Claire) and surf the net to see who or what is out there. I'm listening to one of my favorite musicians, Jesse Cook, playing a mean flamenco guitar. I got hooked on him about 10 years ago out in Fredricksburg while wandering through an antique/art shops. Was so infatuated by his music (Tempest), I bought the store CD. Literally. I bought the dang CD they were playing in the store. Been a huge fan of his ever since. Ok, there was one or two CDs that I wasn't as impressed with, but, overall, I like his style of music. I even managed to hook my redneck, opinionated, "A" personality brother onto his music, so there has to be some social benefit there.
Ya'll have a nice weekend. I am working on mine.