My lovely cat is sorrowful today upon the departure of her godmother, who brought banana-nut bread and deigned to present her a plate of crumbs.
Your humble narrator wast this very day compelled to slave laboriously at proofreading and revising one index, a most tedious task, from which she has yet to recover fully. At least such work could be completed poolside, though sadly not while actually bathing in said pool.
Most beauteous yellow roses are now beginning to die. Must decide whether to allocate funds to procure replacements, or whether some $3 lilies shall not do.
The furious housekeeping that has plagued me approaches a temporary end.
All is quiet. The air conditioner hums. The cat sits upon an antique chair. Jeni must now go to sleep.