Elderberry of Flourish

The Philosopher sent us a final picture of Aquinas getting some scootering in before getting back in the car and returning to the city. We hung around this morning just in case someone might need something and return, however briefly. Once we knew they were on the road, we went back to bed for another nap. It has been a lazy day around here. We're compensating for a week of frenzied activity. Lord knows we don't need to cook . . . . We sat out in the yard enjoying a really lovely afternoon. One must take advantage of the perfect weather while it lasts. It's always most perfect when it's on the cusp of vanishing. If you detect an ominous metaphor there, you'd be correct. We flailed around feebly, trying to find some act of defiance or reckless self-indulgence to commit, to assuage our sadness, but apparently what we're doing is watching "Independence Day." Who could believe that Jeff Goldblum was ever so young. Apparently we're in the timeline where Jeff Goldblum survived, against all odds, so it can't be all bad.