I got up at O'Dark Thirty this morning to make a pie. We're attending a potluck dinner tonight with friends and since I bought a lug of fresh peaches a few days ago I thought a peach pie would taste good. (Plus, if I make one for just the two of us, Greg will eat one piece and I'll eat the rest!) So, I got up very early in order to get the pie made and baked before I left for work. Quite frankly, I'm very proud of myself! (Not about making the pie -- I make great pies!) I'm proud that I managed to do it so early in the morning! If you know me at all -- then you understand what an accomplishment this is. I'm not a "morning person" -- never have been and, at this point in my life, don't expect that I ever will be. So, the fact that I'm even verticle at 5 a.m. is something of a miracle. My husband, Greg, who naturally wakes up at 4:30 or 5 a.m. is Mr. Happy Pants in the morning (which I think is just WRONG!). He at least had the sense to sit down with his coffee and stay out of my way as I stumbled around the kitchen. I'm sure, however, that he'll have plenty to say tonight at dinner about my early morning baking adventure. (Know that he WILL pay dearly for that at a later time!) The good part is that my pie is beautiful and I'm sure we'll all enjoy it tonight with a some ice cream. (Hope I can stay AWAKE that long!)
We've been having miserable weather here for the past week or so. It's been raining nearly every day and the temps have been in the 90's with 90+% humidity. As my mom used to say, "Not fit weather for man nor beast." I just had to laugh when I saw where Milo had found himself a cool place to sleep. He's on a pile of quilt tops and quilts which I'd thrown over the back of a chair. He's also in the direct line of a fan and apparently only semi-conscious. Leave it to him to find the coolest spot in the house!