Since it's going to be at least 67 degrees tomorrow, I've already decided to wear a dress to work. It's a slim little black shift dress I bought last week, and I've been dying to wear it, but I don't like exposing myself to the cold and I didn't have exactly the right shoes to wear.
So, during lunch, I solved the second problem by going shoe shopping. I found the perfect shoes, but they weren't available in a size 8. So I decided to try a 7 1/2, even though I've never been able to fit my gargantuan feet in anything that small. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that they fit, since everything else about me is shrinking too. Who knows how long I've been wearing shoes that are too big for me?
I was eating spaghetti at this little place called Bellacino's when Kurt Cobain appeared on the speakers singing Smells Like Teen Spirit. I don't know when I became old and passed over the threshold upon which lies the inability to listen to Nirvana, but I suspect it may have been the exact same moment when my feet got smaller.
There's a robin nesting in a small tree in my smoking area here at work. She has decorated her nest with brightly-colored items from the hangar. I may have to steal the nest when she's done with it. When I get home, I'll add to this post a photo of a wren's nest made of hair from my dog and horses, many of whom have passed on. I consider that gift from nature one of my most priceless treasures.