It is, afterall Saturday morning.

True photographers have
an acute affection for detail

Looking for not just any flower
or any petal on that flower
but the single petal
that holds
the perfect drop of rain
the drop that glistens like a jewel

If you are fortunate enough
to have that eye turned your way

She may freeze your image permanently
as you gaze out a cloudy Saturday morning window,

dreaming of rose bushes

Saturday evening now...

Tonight I will be having a small roast for diner. I am eating alone tonight, for my lover is away on business. I have been cooking this roast for almost six hours, it should be delectable.


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I lost the damn remote for the TV. It happens almost every single day. It usually winds up stuffed in the couch cushions, or under the couch.

Still

Out of coffee again...

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