We are blanketed in thick wet warm fog this morning. The drippy kind that makes sounds more distant and ethereal. Even the house is quiet and still. Ringo and Honey B have retired to couch and crate to sleep again. Ricky and I are assigned to our screens for entertainment and time-passing. No plans on the horizon this morning.
Having the luxury to choose how to spend my day is a gift for which I am grateful. No pressure, no problem. I get to choose. Nothing or something. Interesting or boring, new or routine, simple or complicated, ambitious or lazy. I am captain of my ship today.
And my ship is sailing in the direction of the kitchen. I have found cooking to be a creative outlet and fun way to pass the time. With a successful lemon pie under my belt, both figuratively and literally, I have my eye on learning a new recipe today. I'm going to explore the world of empanadas and the air fryer. Just for fun. The possibilities seem endless.
"Sail on Balboa, sail on."
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