The rain moved out sometime after midnight. Jilda teaches an early-morning class on Wednesday, so we were up at 5 a.m.
I punched the brew button on the coffeemaker as she got her yoga britches on. Shortly after she sat down to sip the steaming mug of coffee we noticed a bank of fog move in. Maybe it was there earlier and obscured by darkness, but it looked as thick as soup.
Apparently, it looked worse than it was because she easily made it into work. By the time she returned, the sun was out.
We munched a bowl of granola before heading out for our morning walk. Outside the garden gate, I stepped over to check on the blueberry progress. I'm happy to report that all bushes are loaded with blossoms. This means we should have another bumper crop.
We still have bags of frozen blueberries from last year. The husband of one of our friends is undergoing chemo for throat cancer and he'll be on a liquid diet for weeks. Jilda sent her a note and suggested doing blueberry smoothies for breakfast. The woman thought that was a great idea. We took her a gallon bag of blueberries to get started.
Today has been a gift. Both Jilda and I have spent a great deal of time on writing chores. She had a column due, and I had three due today. Tote that barge, lift that comma.
We finished up and I'm surprised I had anything left for tonight's blog.
I hope you all have had a remarkable day.