|I love how Georgie curls into a tight little ball like a furry cinnamon bun.|
All that to say that it's quiet at my house. Almost too quiet. I met a friend for coffee after carpool, got my hair cut, did two loads of laundry, worked on some SeamedUP stuff, and it's only 1:30.
It means that I cleaned up the kitchen and ran the dishwasher and made the bed...and it stayed that way. It means no one asked for lunch as soon as I got the breakfast dishes done.
It means the dogs have been following me from room to room, napping at my feet, wondering where all their people went. I know how they feel.
|It's so quiet that this fellow showed up for lunch.|