Firefly and Rook say, “Good morning! Let’s have a nap.”
Sunday. Grey so far and chilly. I am happily wearing Steve’s big red lumberjack-checked Carhartt shirt over my jeans, and! alpaca socks. I’ll get tired of this by February, but right now, I’m feeling Very Cozy. This morning’s tea is Russian Caravan, a favorite.
I may have figured out Salem, and I thank Susan Schwartz for her mention of the Hawthorne Hotel.
The Hawthorne has a Museum Package. I need to call them, I think to make sure I’m understanding this, and find check-in times and whatnot, but it looks like I can stay at the Hawthorne, walk down to the Emerson, geek my museum heart out, walk back, have a nice dinner at the Emerson, maybe do a little wandering about pre-or post museum, and hey, presto! Mini-vacay.
Today, you will find me in the comfy chair in my office, pads of paper and pens to hand, for I? will be Plotting.
What will you be doing on this autumnal Sunday morning?
Big Red Shirt: