Picos Gemeos

Sun over the garden, kittens in grass, a near miss from a centipede kiss: their tiny paws tried to stop it until I came down with my flip flop. Squishy mess and a silent prayer to it, sorry for killing you but there was a chance you would sting the kittens, and what sort of crisis would that leave me?

We had 7 guests over the weekend. They all enjoyed their rooms and breakfast.

This afternoon, I think I’ll watch one of the Oscar contenders. In the evening, I think we’ll order pizza. Close to midnight, I’ll think of you.