|The Honk and the Honkette, we usually get a pair each year|
sometimes they nest on the island in the lagoon.
We don't eat a big breakfast, unless we're going out for breakfast, here at home it's toast, coffee and orange juice.
Then it's housework time, whichever penance I've chosen for the day--today it was the blinds in the master bedroon and bathroom, then the floors.
Next was piano practice, I really enjoy Baroque piano music, Handel, Purcell, Telemann, Scarlatti.
Then it was aerobics time, got to workout to Copperhead Road by Steve Earle (and boy if that doesn't get you moving), That Smell by Lynyard Skinner, You're 16 by Ringo Starr and Sunday, Bloody Sunday by U2.
Watching Qi this week we learned where fat goes when you lose weight and it's not where you think. The fat is metabolized into a gas and you breathe it out---how weird is that!
My 3 books for this week are Finders Keepers by Stephan King--it an e-book from the library--, Heroic Measures by Jill Ciment, told from 3 points of view--the elderly Alex who is doing illuminated pages of their FBI records, Ruth who is trying to sell their Manhattan Coop and Dorothy their dachshund whose back legs are suddenly paralyzed, and Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut. The last one is a satire, but I think I would have appreciated more when I was in my 20's than I do now.
That's how my week is starting, how's yours?