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