Proofing a job that's been in my computer much too long. Watching the rain as it hits the swimming pool. Toggling between my depo and FB. Listening to the dachshunds snore. Enjoying the clean fragrances of Tilex, Pledge and Windex while Brenda works on the house. Looking forward to sliding into clean sheets tonight. A quiet, peaceful, cool day on Margaret Street. I am happy today.

Reading Anna Martin's post about sitting in the swing made me want one. Then I started thinking about how if Dave and I both sat in it, it would probably come crashing out of the ceiling of the patio, pulling down the rafters with it, causing not only damage to the house but perhaps bodily injury. Then the insurance would say that there is an exclusion for fatties in a swing. Maybe a glider?