It's a perfect day for tea, or a martini.

It’s been raining here for hours now. Please don’t mistake that as a complaint. We have been desperate for the rain, so I’m very glad. I am taking a day off from the outside world. Grover and I had a lovely rainy walk this morning and came home so that I could make us both eggs. He seemed to enjoy it as much as I did.  Then, I tidied up the kitchen a bit and sat and knit and watched a fascinating documentary on Netflix about Dietrich Bonhoeffer.  I got quite a bit knit on a cuff of a mitt and did a load of laundry.

I am going to bake a King Cake this afternoon for work tomorrow.  I will also bake a St. Louis Gooey Butter Cake for a co-worker’s birthday.  Lent starts on Wednesday, so it’s all sweets and fats until then.  I’m not swearing off of anything for Lent, but I know bunches of people who do.  Besides, it’s Mardi Gras.  St. Louis has a neighborhood, the Soulard neighborhood, that hosts all kinds of Mardi Gras parties and parades every year. I’m a bit past that kind of partying due to the length of time required for recovery these days.  It’s a blast and considered the second largest Mardi Gras celebration in the U.S.  The meaning of the French word Soulard?   Abstinence, sober.  Snort.

So, anyway, as I was mentioning the other day, I think I’m caught in the mid-winter bores.  I’m not glum or blue or sad, but I feel a bit bored.  It doesn’t matter how busy I am.  I’m still feeling a bit bored.  As I said, mid-winter bores/blahs/yucks.   This too shall pass.  And, I have proof that I am not alone.

You can’t buy this kind of enthusiasm anywhere.  So, to leave you on this Sunday afternoon in February, how about a soundtrack?

Have a good one!!!!!!!!!!

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