It finally happened to me. I cannot think of one item of interest to anyone. Not that yesterday wasn't a good day; it was. But it was just another day. Milked the goats, cleaned the kitchen, deadheaded some plants in the yard. Big whoop. Rain again last night, but without the pyrotechnics of the night before. One of those days when you just watch the grass grow, or you would if you had any grass. After the flurry of guests (hadn't mentioned that Arden had come for lunch the other day and we had a great chat and before that I'd gone down to Camille's for eggplant parmesan), yesterday was pretty tame. It's not often I can use the term 'bored,' but yesterday Bess and I took several walkabouts just to get out of the house.
Bessie Anne had a senior moment this morning. We'd both slept late and were a bit groggy still when we wandered out to the kitchen. While I was waiting for coffee, Bess went into the dining room, sat for a moment, and gave a short, confused bark. I don't know why, but she will only eat her dog biscuits in the dining room. It dawned on her that she didn't have a cookie yet, and she was obviously embarrassed to come back and ask. I told her it happens to everyone and not to feel bad. She had her cookie, I had my coffee, and we can only hope for more inspiration today.
It was a blah day.