Making It Up Later, Fit for a King, I'm Out Here!

1. It was one of those mornings when I woke at three a.m. and couldn't get back to sleep. I muddled through work on the promise of an afternoon nap. I arrived back home, foggy headed, where Henri joined me on the ugly recliner for a one hour, blissful nap.
2. Dinner would be late and we had to wing-it. Thank goodness for B.'s fresh eggs. We had Western omelets that were so good, I wouldn't have replaced them with any other fare.
3. Squeezing the last few minutes of daylight to dusk on the porch and watching the day come to a close. Any mild enough weather for porch time is icing on the cake at this stage of the season.