I heard there was a storm, thunder and lightening last night. I love a storm. I slept through it.
I am finding breakfast a most confusing affair. Twice I asked my guests what they wanted. Twice I sort of forgot. They got an approximation with an apology and kindly seemed happy. My mind does wander of its own accord.
I threw some bread out for the birds. I was amused to see a squirrel taking a slice. My brother made pate out of squirrel. Doesn't sound that appealing to me.