Saturday

If one fourth of the general public will experience some degree of fatigue and achiness following a vaccination, well then I can tell you right now -- I will be in that fourth and Ed will be in the larger set of perfectly fine people. Not surprisingly then, following yesterday's foray into the autumnal vaccination lineup, I slept little, he slept a lot. Equally not surprisingly, we both took naps in the afternoon -- me, because I was tired, Ed because this is what he does.

Nonetheless, sleep or no sleep, we both were up quite early. It's market day and a bike ride downtown is such a great way to begin a weekend. And of course, September is dahlia month for the vendors that grow flowers. Lots of bright color!

And not only in the flowers.

From the market it's only a few more minutes to Madison Sourdough, where I can stock up on croissants for the kids for the week.

Then home again. Of course, all this takes time and so when we put off breakfast until after the market run, it feels in the end more like brunch and thus the porch is warm enough for out "morning" meal.

Rain comes to Madison toward evening. We listen to the rhythmic patter on the roof,  It's not enough. 

We have a severe rain deficit here in south-central Wisconsin and drying leaves and grasses surely put us at an elevated fire risk. We could use a steady pounding shower that lasts for hours. Still, for me it's sleepy weather. I pick up a book, I doze. That's the pattern of the day. All projects are collecting dust from neglect (as is the house). So be it. Maybe tomorrow I'll plug away at winterizing the garden. At house tidying. At baking. At a return to writing. At ballet.

Not today.