The house has a bit of a blue feel to it -- blue as in soothing rather than depressed. It's the clouds outside, combined with the fact that there is not an artificial light on in the place. The only sound is of the fan moving the air.
The kids were up early running football drills with their dad. Now the girls are back in bed. Munchkin Boy is sleeping on the couch. I'm looking forward to a day at home after so many days of going, going, going. Judging for the 4-H fair is over for us and now we look forward to working in the fair diner, inspecting all the lovely projects done by other kids this year, and several activities Munckin #1 will be involved in as a county 4-H ambassador.
I'm looking forward to some time in my kitchen. Cleaning it. Planning some meals for the coming week and hopefully prepping ahead.
Today actually feels like somebody pushed a big pause button. I am enjoying the moment. I am hoping for rain, but if the weatherman is correct that it will only get to 92 today, I will be just fine with that.
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An explanation for feeling blue (which was the Purple Prose winner in this year's Bulwer-Lytton contest).:
As his small boat scudded before a brisk breeze under a sapphire sky dappled with cerulean clouds with indigo bases, through cobalt seas that deepened to navy nearer the boat and faded to azure at the horizon, Ian was at a loss as to why he felt blue.
Mike Pederson was the author.
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