Guilty As Charged

The jury was in.  Accused of being a lazy slug yesterday, I have to accept the guilty verdict.  I tried explaining the mitigating circumstances, but the good weather was no real excuse for sitting on my duff all day.  Having a new book to read, it seemed reasonable to sit out on the deck after barn chores.  With hot weather on the horizon, it won't be long until I cannot indulge in this pleasure.  In the house, a marathon showing of "Blue Bloods" was running.  With all the scripted reality shows that are in vogue now, "Blue Bloods" is an oasis of sanity.  I recognize that is it a fictional family with values of honesty, integrity, dedication to service, and a sense of humor, but I like to think that those things are not isolated to the Reagans.  It's a good cop show, to boot.  Bess Anne was a co-conspirator in my sloth outdoors, and Celeste joined in when a lap came her way inside.  I don't know what punishment is in store for my little furries, but mine is a load of guilt and a work detail today.  I will willingly take up the yoke and enjoy the memory of a day off doing nothing.

When there is a dearth of blog fodder, I can always count on a sunset at end of day to provide an appropriate finish.  Last evening was no exception.

For me, it was a good day, guilty or not.