Some days

 

Some days you get to the end of them and you're still trying to decide if they've been a good day or a bad day.   Today, for example.

            Mondays usually get off to a bad start by oversleeping.  This is because I usually forget about the flowers till it's already later than I meant it to be and I'm closing down the laptop and about to start thrusting hellhounds into their harnesses* so we can all go back to the cottage and go to sleep.  And then there's this bucket of cut flowers...