It looks like the sun might just win this battle. The haze is slowly drifting back over the water and to Edinburgh. They can have it.
My tan hasn't really faded yet, because when I am brave enough to go out sans parka, it only takes seconds for that nice golden glow to top up. (Except for my face of course. I wear sunscreen on it and my neck, then get a two-week lasting spray bronzer over the white bits twice a month. I might still die of cancer, but at least I'll die pretty.)
My boyfriend isn't diving today. Neither am I. There is a manuscript that desperately needs editing, but I did enough work on it yesterday to slough off any guilt about playing hooky now.
Even Think Athiest, my dear, beloved site..you have been reduced to a link on my facebook, myspace and twitter. The only thinking I did was rage against the prospects of not-so-extinct sea creatures. After that, my brain matter just fell to scheming about how to get more bracelets and nothing of any benefit to myself or other non-believers out there.
I still want more bracelets.
Usually when this sort of mood takes me, I write a bit of nonsense for my Bible FanFic group. Always, I at least attempt to contribute in some shape or form.
Not today, my friends. Not today.
I'm pondering a transplant of the basil, coriander, parsley and mint to a larger trough or decorative pots. I might buy some lavender for the garden, too. Dill, tarragon and thyme are all coming up, but it will be a few weeks before they need any care. The chili seeds I sneaked in from Thailand after three generations of careful breeding to insure intestine rupturing capsicum content are also peeking through the soil. Yes, my pretties.. my precious. Soon you too shall join the ranks in the greenhouse next to beefeater tomatoes and winding cucumbers.
I am taking a day off, fellow heathens.
Enjoy this lovely weekend.