It seems every weekend I have the intention of waking up early and doing something productive, but it doesn’t always pan out that way. Today I crawled out of bed around ten o’clock and discovered a beautiful spring day outside. So I thought maybe some hiking and a visit to my grandparents would be in order.

But, silly me, I forgot to check the weather report.

Halfway into the trip out, it starts raining. Hiking is now out. So I bummed around my old hometown for a few hours, found a great skirt at the local vintage clothing store, and found an out of print trilogy that I’d been looking for in the local library’s free rummage bin. Sometimes following your intuition is a good thing.

And then I visited with my grandparents, something I don’t do nearly enough of. Hell, if it weren’t for the hour and a half commute I’d have to deal with, I’d move back up there. Someday….