The hubs is makin' bacon while I type. It smells delightful. The British Open is on TV--we're rooting for the old guy. The coffee is especially good this morning
DH and I got up before the kids and witnessed a cicada emerging from its shell. It had fallen onto its back and writhed, helpless, with its wings stuck to the concrete stoop. I righted it so it wouldn't stick as it dried. It was glad.
I guess that's all I have to say this morning. I may post about writing later, depending on how procrastinatory I feel. I hope your Sunday is a peaceful one.