Anyway, I'm up now and have had a toasted crumpet with pesto and a poached egg on top and several chipolatas for breakfast, and am now working on my tea. I'm getting bored. I don't know how to sit around. I should probably work on cleaning the house - it sure needs it. Tonya's still in bed - perhaps something will happen when she gets up, but mostly I get the impression she's relieved to be able to spend a day pretending like she's not on vacation half way around the world and can just spend a day doing nothing and not feeling guilty about all of the great stuff she's missing out on. (I'm mortified by the thought that she might not see the Elgin marbles before she leaves.) I'm listening to Jordi Savall and really enjoying it.
Maybe this can be LJ story time, and I can tell the tale of gooseberries I promised to
Boy, it's quiet here.
Maybe I should just read a book.