We've spent the weekend piddling around for the most part, moving to our muse. I did a little filing, a little bush trimming, a little laundry, a little cooking, a little knitting, a little rock picking up, a little squirrel chasing and the next thing we knew the weekend was over.
Even the heathen cats have been extraordinarily inactive the last few days. I think they are still not sure whether they are going to be skinned alive for the closet incident and are lying low.
I'm not sure if I am happy with the dull status quo or would wish for a little excitement. The thing is, I know that what passes for excitement around here is not my idea of fun. Maybe I'll just enjoy the peace and quiet for awhile.
In one of our more active moments Sunday, Mojo and I watered plants and filled the water bowls for the birds. Couldn't do it without him. Quality time with my baby.