Doing the Happy Monday Dance? Some people do. Today I actually know that it is a Monday. For the past week I must have been in a fog, because I would always wonder what day it was each day. Oh, the joy of retirement. It doesn't help when my husband tells me it is his Friday at work when it is really Sunday night.

It is foggy outside a bit right now. When I took Malcolm out this morning I could hear two owls. One would call and the other would answer. After a bit, there calls were getting closer together. That is so cool.

I don't have anything else.