Quiet Sunday

We spent the day doing nothing. Harriet is still recuperating and lounged on the couch playing spider solitaire on her computer. Bernie and I took a couple of walks without really talking about anything, just enjoying being together. At lunch the two of us hopped in the Mustang convertible (he loves it with the top down) and picked up Wendy’s for everyone. While I’m writing this, I can hear an old western on one of the movie channels playing in the living room, where I suspect my mother and Harriet are snoozing. Tonight we’re having the clam chowder one of Harriet’s friends brought over on Friday.

It’s a great way to spend the day; at least once it a while.