My Day

First day of vacation week.  In bed late Sunday night, up early Monday morning.  PG and I do the Spelling Bee.  I don't do the Mini or Wordle.  I try Immaculate Grid, but give up after missing guesses on the 1st, 3rd, and 4th try.  (I could be good at the game if it didn't have players after 1984.)

I sit on the sofa and ask my little girl cat whether she would like to be my lap kitty.  She decides that she does, and we share Quality Time for more than a half-hour.  

Took PG to PT (physical therapy) for 11:00.  While she was receiving it, I drove east on Walbert Ave and stopped in the Family Dollar.  Radio was tuned locally and the first thing I heard was the horoscope for the week, followed soon after by that new country version of Tracy Chapman's Fast Car.  Bought a 20-oz Mtn Dew, but the sertraline is still suppressing cravings, so it remained unopened.  

In the parking lot, used PlantNet to ID an evening primrose rising from a crack between curb and blacktop.  

Back home, I napped while PG watched Tivo'd Nova and some cozy mystery.  Around 2:00, I got up, whacked weeds in the brick walkway and pulled some more away from the Indian blanket plant.  (How dare they steal nutrients from those pretty flowers!)  

I washed up and made a peach cake for PG.  She cut up the fresh peaches and I spread them in a layer between layers of cake batter, then covered it all with some pecan streusel and baked it for 50 minutes.

We decided the cake would taste even better with vanilla ice cream, so off we went to Wegmans for a pint.  

Cake and ice cream for supper!  Grown-ups we're not, sometimes.  

Listened to RFI, read some of Le Monde, and practiced drumming.  Then wrote about it and everything else I wanted to record about my day.