I had the day off today. A Sunday. It’s nice to stay home, spend time with Teresa, and do simple homely stuff.
We went for a walk by the river, after lunch. Which was lovely. The first three snaps of this post are from that walk.
Sadly, whilst the cozily lazy stay at home is lovely, it’s not free from anxiety, or other nagging worries, for me, alas.
Gillray’s irreverently bawdy take on a Biblical story, pictured above, is, I think, utterly wonderful.
But it also touches upon, if you’ll pardon such punnery, sensitive issues for me, around my hedonistic tendencies, and penchant for self-soothing indulgence.
But nuff’ said on such things!
Later in the day we played Scrabble. This was something of a Sunday institution for us, for quite some time. But we’ve lapsed of late. It’s nice to get back into it.
We also did a Joe Wicks seniors workout. Another regular routine that’s slipped. It’s astonishing how astonishing it is, every time we or I do it, the surprise one feels on reconfirming how beneficial a little exercise is.
For dinner Teresa cooked a chicken casserole with a cream n’ white wine sauce. Yummy!
We also attempted a viewing of another Norman Wisom picture. This is a more recent addition to tradition, as we work through a boxed set of his films.
This one, On The Beat, whilst occasionally funny, isn’t his best. Then Teresa broke from it, to web-chat with Patrick. I couldn’t face that. Feeling rather flimsy.
Rather than finish the rather lust-lacquer movie, I went to bed. At 7.30 pm. Where I’m typing this. Going to read Shelby Foote now, then listen to rain and go to sleep!