Chatted with a guy flying a drone in the field, he let me suggest a path and flew it for me while I got to watch on the screen. So cool! Someone is pickin banjo on their deck and singing sweetly. Swim was fast and a thunderstorm might be coming.

Also, eating spinach plain with my fingers, that kind of day.

I am about to face the Sock Issue. A laundry basket of socks will either have partners and fit me, or they shall have another fate foisted upon them. Cove me, I'm going in.

I just balanced all my accounts and made a budget. Even with all my hustling with Uber, I'm not breaking even because of unforeseen expenses like sudden eyeglasses and surprise vet visits.

Geeze, ginger, that's horrible.

Holy cow, I REALLY killed Natter.

Natter is unkillable, Theo. But sometimes it does take a nap.

It's getting old like the rest of us.

Amy, I was looking in Press and now I have to wonder--what is a cozy?

Not Amy, but cozies are the kind of light mysteries -- if there's a recipe at the back of the book, it's definitely a cozy. Usually an amateur detective ala Miss Marple, maybe a small-town setting, etc.

I am a hot mess today for no good reason. Ugh!

Ah, that makes sense. Cozy, comfy, home cooking kind of thing.