I slept in this morning, whilst it rained outside. Rain that this kingdom desperately needs. Alas, it had stopped before I took my morning air, but the smell was still fresh. This Lord loves the smell of fresh rain. My daughter didn’t want to walk with me, so I took a lone treck through the village to the nearby shop of round cakes-with-a-hole. One for me, two for her, and I ate mine on the way back. Paid for it too with a sugar rush.
Now I have a lazy sickness afflicting me, and I find it hard to do anything on my list of chores. “Finding Nemo” is on the idiot box, so I watched the first part of that before wandering off.
I hate the idiot box.
Counting the days until my true love returns, this is a time of longing and peril. I exist one moment at a time.