I came into the kitchen this morning to iron a shirt for Bill. I felt so happy in this simple little kitchen;
the cozy light made me want to take a picture.
I did not walk this morning.
Yesterday, my legs were so tight and swollen that my husband said I should gibe them a rest.
And, by the way, I realize those picture plates on the wall are uneven.
The one on the left got knocked down the other day, and it was rehung by someone other than me.