The peonies I brought home last Sunday have bloomed beautifully. So has the pain I got with my Monday evening’s ice skating adventure. Apparently it was a full body workout disguised as fun. And then, there’s the right hand thumb. I must have tried rather hard to break it. Working (or trying to work) from home today. A writer needs his thumb to write, right?
The morning was washed out, rest of the day doesn’t promise much sunshine either. Wondering where does the Sun go for holidays. Definitely not ice skating I assume.