The Blahs

It was a day with a decided dearth of blog fodder.  It was hot, but not hot enough to work up a good whine about.  The cats had a brief episode of activity in the morning and Ralph did drag his piece of cord halfway down the stairs, but then they both spent the day stretched out and sound asleep.  Barn chores were uneventful.  Bessie Anne didn't bug me to go outside.  There's nothing humorous nor interesting about doing the long-overdue task of balancing checkbook and reconciling statements, which is how I spent the afternoon.  Dinner consisted of uninspired leftovers.  My never-fail sunset was a pastel glow behind the haze in the valley, not worth a picture.  There is no vaccination against a case of the blahs.  One can only hope it was a 24-hour bug.