Sunday morning waking up

All is well. It is cold out (35), but warm in, with the heat set at 68. I was awake at 3:30 or so and trying to turn the heat up, so it would be warm by morning. We turned it down when we went to bed. I like it cold when I'm sleeping. Somehow I kept fumbling with the wrong button; it's asking me to change all kinds of settings, but I just want to turn the temperature up. This morning, it was easy, when I could see.

It is weird to not have a routine, although I haven't really had one most days for the last few years--just the days I was going to Newburyport, usually twice a week. It's good not to have that drive ahead of me, although it was quite lovely. It was somewhat stressful, due mainly to the other drivers. 

The routine, as it is, involves finding my bathrobe and my socks from yesterday, making a cup of tea in the same white cup. I know that it will most likely be about 2 hours before Ray gets up. I don't really miss him, although I do get hungry. Sometimes I have a sweet treat or a piece of toast. I am planning to make pancakes today (Sunday has been pancake day since I can remember), so it's a little odd to have toast. 

Yesterday I planted a few herbs in the back, since it's forecast to rain again. The blueberries we planted out front will appreciate it too. The herbs I am already using--last night's dinner had parsley and thyme. It was a simple version of a cassoulet with some chicken sausage we had ordered from Imperfect and lots of veggies, more of a soup than a cassoulet. We had gotten a baguette at the coop and ate a lot of that with butter as well. Saturday night is movie night in the usual order of things. We watched Leap Year, which Ray had already. He still laughed like anything when she rolled down the hill in the mud and missed the train. 

I bought a basil plant too, which will live inside, at least for a while. The blueberries won't produce fruit for a year or two, and then it will be in the summer, when we're back up north. Maybe Amelia will pick some and freeze them for me. I just like knowing they're there and I will enjoy looking at them as they get bigger. I still haven't decided where to put the bay tree--front or back? This morning I was looking at a corner of the yard between the carport and the fence that might be good--convenient to pick and keep an eye on. 

I get out the bacon to cook. It says, "Peel Apart Here" and it sounds easy, but it requires a certain amount of strength and finger dexterity. I wonder about older, frailer people than me. I can't peel a banana without cutting it first, either. One way for me to eat something on pancake day is to cook the bacon early and eat my share, or part of it, if I can resist. I have been known to make the pancakes and eat them before he gets up. Now I'm having a few bites of banana. 

Most days include at least one walk in the neighborhood. It's flat, as you can see. This nearby street is not paved and the speed limit of 10 MPH made me laugh. The highway is very near and we can hear the traffic from our front porch, but inside I do not notice it. 

I usually work on the puzzle some, too. This one is a New Yorker cover, lots of bright colors and lines, so maybe not too hard. Who cares how much time it takes? 

Cameron apparently thinks we bought this rug at the Thrift Store for him.