Pottery Barn Delivers

My new duvet cover arrived on Friday, way before the scheduled delivery on Monday.  And for some reason there was no shipping charge.  I wish it was always that way.  The colors are  a bit darker than my usual choices (has it been 7 years since the last major shift in my personal color chart?) and I see the choice of a gray tone here as well as in my clothing.  In fact, I see the gray of my Funeral Dress and the gold of my favorite winter scarf here.  Last night I wore a pair of linen pants that originated in the Sundance catalog with that burnt orange/rust color I see peeking out in a few small flowers.  Those pants fit me correctly, once upon a time, and then never again.  I don't wear pants if the pockets pull open.  Last night the pants hung from my hip bones, where I would guess they were always supposed to land.  Pockets flat and closed.  The mysteries of life.

Today's heavy rain is scheduled to arrive in the "afternoon" so I have an hour or two to get some plants into the garden.  The mosquitos will be out in force so I will need to be heavily sprayed and covered up. I was sleeping "in" this morning until my daughter called to let me know her cat was "sick".  He isn't eating and is panting.  She took him to the very expensive emergency pet doctor about an hour away last night. They couldn't find anything.  She is now on her way back there.  He did eat last night after the doctor's visit and he was pretty normal.  This morning he is panting and crouched.  I asked if she had any of that hairball stuff.  No.  Three cats and no hairball jelly.  She feels he can't get any liquids if he doesn't eat.  But he is peeing.  I stopped giving input because I was still sleepy and irritated that on the one day I can remember, I was actually sleeping for more than 6 hours, and got woken up.  Now I'm up, tired and cranky.

I am having oatmeal with flax meal added for breakfast.  The hell with it.  I am not in the mood to make eggs since I am out of bacon and sausage.  Yesterday's breakfast was eggs and fried turnip.  Yuck.  Turnip does SO NOT taste like potatoes.

The dog has been in and out already.  I just need to get moving, get the work done around here and then just try and take a nap later when it's actually raining.  I have work tomorrow.  All day.  I have no clue what we'll be eating for dinner.