I really should have washed my car. It looks like a sad, abused homeless car instead of the lightly used garage-kept little put-around-town it is. Actually, the first nice weather always brings an infusion of thoughts about cleaning and tidying up. Thoughts being the operative word.
And now, it is Sunday evening. I love Sunday evening, and will try to enjoy it without thinking about how early I must rise tomorrow, for work.
I'll try to polish off another book tonight, happily damaging my aging eyes. We all have to decline in some way. Well, lots of ways. So, have a little fun in your decline.
Happy second week of February!