Warm enough to keep the windows open at night and sleep comfortably, up early as light begins to break, sun shining, breeze blowing, would t’were all Saturdays be this glorious. Should have have put this in verse? I’m not worried. Thinking of more coffee and possibly toast. Don’t know anything else about this day except to enjoy it.
Grandson: Do pigs like eggs?
Grandma: I don’t know. I guess if eggs were mixed up in slop pigs wouldn’t care.
Grandson: In Angry Birds pigs like eggs.
Then the grandson rambles on about driving.
Grandma: Are you driving an egg?
Grandson: Shck…wha…! This is a racing game!
And so boundaries of reality are blurred. Then again… are they?