It is Sunday and, I don't know about you, but Sunday is a good day for me to get some serious staring done. It is a weird day where, if you don't have a zillion things planned, you can just sort of zone out and stare.
Hubby isn't much of a starer. In fact, he is busy right now sweeping the entire house. He is a sweeping machine. This isn't something I realized before we built this house and had light carpet installed on which kitty hair is very, very visible.
Anyway. I like staring on Sundays. I normally stare out the kitchen window and look at my "flourishing" new flowerbed. I was going to show you a picture of the flowerbed but it was just too darn hot to go back outside to take the picture! Not to mention the fact that things are not really flourishing unless you count the moon flower vine which is attempting to take over the entire area.
Please note that staring doesn't mean that I really "zone out" in the true sense of the word. My mind never rests - poor thing - and I tend to think of all kinds of weird things (like why the birds like to land on the vines which in no way will support their weight).
Apparently, I am not the only Sunday starer around this house.
Miss Cleo joined me this morning to stare. Of course she was staring at the grackles eating on the lawn. Isn't she cute?
What are you staring at this Sunday?
Voice Update: My voice is doing well. I need to jump into my exercises this afternoon after taking the morning off. Does it seem like my life revolves around voice exercises? Yes? It seems that way to me too!