Not a bad way to spend a Monday

I usually work on Mondays. Sunday night, we discovered a serious leak coming through the living room ceiling. Waking up on Monday and going downstairs, I sat alone outside drinking coffee enjoying the few moments I had before getting ready for work, before sitting in the windowless office for the next eight hours.

The morning was the nicest we have had here in Philadelphia in some time. It was not the usual muggy, overcast and humid type of day that all of us on the east coast become accustom to, but rather the crisp, clear summer day that one might experience on the West Coast. I thought about how Beto would need to deal with the leaking ceiling alone and about how I would really love to be home to help him and about how I would really like to spend the day outside. As time pushed closer to when I should have been leaving for work, I decided to send an email to the office letting them know that I would really like to have the day off to take care of some things.

As it happened, we received a call from some friends asking if we would like to join them on a trip to the beach. I was then so happy that I had the day off. Our housemate, Prince drove, Beto made us laugh and I read the paper and ate lunch for the hour it took to get to the shore. Nice time was had, we returned around 11:30pm just in time for Prince to close the bar.

Needless to say, we did not fix the leak. We are acquiring a small list of house upkeep items we need to take care of between that and the whole that the "scratching animal" has left in the hallway, however the house and garden look better than ever. The garden is in full bloom, save for the various wildflowers we had sewed early in the spring. The small, sprouting potatoes we buried in the ground have now all but taken over the garden, growing so tall that their stalks were lowered to the ground under their own weight and are now creeping across the pathway and crowding out even the mint.