It's Raining, it's Pouring, the Old Man is Snoring...

The Old Man - that's Me. This has been a weird week. I spent most of it sleeping, recovering it seems from all those sleepless nights. And as it has been raining a lot, I haven't feel compelled to spend time outside. The Tour de France has kept company in the mornings and I have been steadily reading The Historian all week. I finished it last night to my regret. It was such a well-crafted, compelling book, I had a hard time putting it down.
We'll be cooking today, as tomorrow we're bringing meals to my mother-in-law who has been complaining lately of the food at her old-age residence.
I am wondering a bit about the people I have left behind at work: are they doing all right? but it is a distant concern and I am looking ahead to other challenges and fun times. Not much else going on. I finally got rid of my cold and the dark shadows under my eyes are receding. Looking forward to a new dawn...