A Morning to Myself

I have the place to myself. No car, but no kids and no hubby. Just a morning and probably part of an afternoon stretching out before me. John took the girls down to my mother-in-law's to pick up an old computer we're going to outfit with Ubuntu Linux for the girls. My mom was right, there's something very screwy about her old iMac; it may have been a lemon, because we can't get the thing to run fer nothin'.

This is my Mother's Day present, by the way, a day early because tomorrow the troops arrive for a garden cleanup and I'll be cooking and puttering all day. Now I am finishing up my morning rounds online and seriously pondering a trip down the street to a cafe with the paper. I rarely do that--I rarely leave the house, and even more rarely do I leave the house by myself.

Update: I hit Caffe Pallino and had cheese grits and scrambled eggs and a cup of coffee so big I couldn't finish it. I read the paper, cover to cover. Once I finish up my rounds here I'm considering a doze with Mr Patrick Tull reading Mr Patrick O'Brian on my iPod, carefully placed away from my heart.