Good Time

I took the day off from electronics, other than listening to a book.

I tipped my glass and sang the Beatles song to myself, "you say it's your birthday, happy birthday to you now".

The weather was temperate so I lit a fire in the Bat Cave where Keetah, Gatto and I comfortably lazed while Mark finished with the horses. I made duck and roasted asparagus, we toasted me, then us and enjoyed dinner. I didn't even take a photo. My son called late afternoon, we talked for forty-five minutes, which was really nice. I told my internet friend in Iowa it was my birthday so he amused me throughout the day with funny gifs. I read your birthday wishes and appreciate you all. 

 

I have placed the book you recommended, Pixie, on hold at the library. I sent the pedigrees again, Marlane. I wasn't intending to listen to Bob Woodward's audiobook, The Trump Tapes, but I saw someone's opinion on it and decided to give it a try. Woodward starts by saying these interviews were for the last book, Rage. He listened to them again after the book came out and realized the printed word isn't enough, you need to hear this guy. OMG. I will never fully understand the draw. Hate and fear are a powerful drug.

Anyway....we had sleet overnight. Yippee. The horses need to stay in the barn as it's so slippery. Mark rescheduled for later this afternoon with radiology. Hopefully the roads will improve by then. I'm going to use the remaining half duck breast for a pasta dish tonight, keeping it easy. Let's keep on keeping on.