Mornin'!
Slept good last night. Real good. No 1:30 am, gas producing (oh my word!) mac n cheese and tortilla chip, snacks. Just wonderful slumber.
My taste buds, the clusters of bulbous nerve endings on the tongue and in the lining of the mouth that provide the sense of taste, they like me at the moment. Breakfast is being chewed as we speak, or typed, actually. Is that too much info? And coffee is tasting pretty good. It's the cinnamon.
Poor nose, the projecting part above the mouth on the face of a person or animal, containing the nostrils and used for breathing and smelling,
(I love definitions.) Anyway, poor nose is stuffy this morning. Can't smell a thing. Could be that's why coffee tastes good this morning.
(I love definitions.) Anyway, poor nose is stuffy this morning. Can't smell a thing. Could be that's why coffee tastes good this morning.
First thing that caught the eye, globular organs in the head through which people and vertebrate animals see, was how colorful my plate full of breakfast was. The plate itself, pure, beautiful white. No design. But the scrambled eggs, tomato and avocado looked so colorful! Delish too. Went down in record time.
My skin feels, feel- a sensation given by an object or material when touched. Back to my skin. Feels rather good this morning. Well, the tips of my fingers are already giving me the split fits. But the rest of that particular organ seems good. I only mention it, because this is a rare occurrence for my epidermis, bless it's cell sloughing self.
My ears, the organs of hearing and balance able to perceive sound, have been serenaded this morning by the sound of the oh so talented yodeling of Miss Noche'. I love her voice.
Weather!
*heavy sigh*
Where's Phone?
...
Got it. Phone plays a mean game of Hide and Seek. I think it's sulking. It's refusing to connect with the world and give me the weather. Certainly not the end of the world. Wait, there it is. 47°... really? It felt much warmer out there. 83% humidity... really? It felt humid to the max out there. 6 mph winds... really? It felt calm out there. Fair skies... really. I mean, REALLY. The skies were fair. :)
Oh boy, I must shut up already! I'm a babbling fool, who so obviously has nothing to say.
Have a great day, Travelers, cus you deserve it!
Vivi Ridi Ama
WAIT!
A WIP! Must add a WIP!
Not for artistic or sparkly value, but because it has become tradition for the Front Porch Report.
And a pic of the single visiting Star
It wasn't that blue out.
At least, I don't think so.
