Lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer, silk or sass

Yahoo! I’m home! My house. My home. My bed. My husband. My cats. My schedule.

I woke up late this morning. I didn’t water anything. I didn’t feed anything. My husband did it. I didn’t have to give anything medication. Well, not quite true, I did take my own pills, but nothing else in the house requires meds.

Here’s to Hugh Hefner who made wearing pajamas in public 24/7 not only ok but really kinda cool. Mine lean a bit more toward sassy tee shirts than silk, but hey, I’m not a mogul of naked women either. Meh, to each his own.

I didn’t do dishes and I didn’t clean house. And, I didn’t do laundry. Hell, I didn’t even unpack. They’ll all still be here to be done tonight. Or even tomorrow.

And, I’m still in the tee shirt I slept in. If I didn’t have a doctor’s appointment in two hours I wouldn’t even get out of that. I mean why bother if I’m only going to get back into it. Hmmm. On second thought, is the doctor going to refuse to treat me if I’m in my tee shirt and nothing else? If my teeth, face and hair are unbrushed? I guess I’d get a few odd looks and a few people backing away from me waving their hands in front of their noses, but people probably do that sometimes anyway.

My point is, for missing all my friends and that daily splash in the pool and having access to all the homegrown heirloom tomatoes I can pick and smoosh into my mouth, I am completely free of obligations like watering half an acre of garden daily, feeding and medicating three cats on rigid schedules, keeping a huge house immaculate, and, alas, keeping myself clean and appropriately attired for all the inconsiderate neighbors who drop in night and day just to borrow a glass of wine and stay to talk and finish the bottle! I’m home!!

Presumably, worthy posts will resume shortly. Presumably. Better look up that word.