On Sunday I lingered over the morning paper, always glad to have the extra sections and bonus stories to read that the day brings. I don't know that I learn anything more than I do the rest of the week when the paper is thin but it feels indulgent to thumb through all those pages...and the funny papers too.
On Sunday Wayne ignored the freezing temperatures and hit the caching trails. He said he could see his breath as he walked through the woods out at the University but the trees blocked the wind so it wasn't too bad. And he has on his fuzzy hat with the ear flaps for extra warmth.
On Sunday the lemon tree spent the day in the garage. The thermometer might have inched up to 50 degrees today but the wind was out of the north and it seemed even colder. The unexpected benefit of that was that the garage smelled really nice as a result since the lemon tree is covered with blooms.
On Sunday dinner was underway early...pot roast with potatoes and carrots in the crockpot. That, of course, made the inside of the house smell delicious all afternoon. More comfort food to chase away the chill. I don't use the crockpot a lot but always appreciate having the meal all ready without investing late afternoon hours when I do.
On Sunday Wayne put together a bookcase for his computer room. It's nothing elaborate but it will provide some needed storage for books, etc., that was lost when he dismantled one of the desks that had been in there. One can never have too much storage space.
On Sunday I got my miles in but it wasn't in the neighborhood; I did them on the treadmill at the gym. And I'm so grateful to have that option. All things being equal, I'd rather be walking outside where I can listen to the birds and breathe in fresh air...just not when it's 50 degrees.
On Sunday the back yard was filled with robins. I've heard their funny little chirps off and on over the past week or so but hadn't really seen any but they were out in force in the late afternoon. Surely that means spring is on it's way. I just hope it will be to stay.