Sunday Again

On this day that feels like a Sunday but isn’t a Sunday (and that fact will mess with our heads for the rest of this week), I have been knitting, my daughter has been tweeting like crazy, my son is practicing his clarinet, my hubby is being amazing by making some needed adjustments to my new footrests, we had tacos for dinner (which is one of the few dishes in my repertoire that everyone will eat), and Clyde? He’s been sleeping and cuddly:

Clyde sleeping in human's arms

Clyde sleeping in human’s arms

Clyde has the right idea. This is what Second Sundays are for.

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