I'm sitting on the back porch. Re-reading Harry Potter, sipping tea, and cuddled up in my afghan. It's a tad chilly at 56*, but there are hundreds of birds happily chirping and singing. Harley is chasing squirrels, and howling in excitement. I hear a train whistling off in the distance growing closer, and a roster crowing at a neighbors. Dobby keeps snorting great gulps of air, and looking around as if some animal were nearby, and she's on the lookout. The creek is babbling softly, and I can see little leaves floating by.
It's nice to have a little bit of peace. I'm not even worried about the messy front room that desperately needs my attention.