Yesterday's rain stopped in the late afternoon. The sky cleared, the sun arrived and the wind disappeared. It was a whole new day. Today is humid, damp and cloudy. Not a leaf is moving in the still air. The early morning smelled of the salt and the ocean. The forecast says maybe rain. That is the weekly forecast as well, the possibility of rain every day for the next week. The high today will be 71˚ with 87% humidity.

Nala is into everything. Trash picking is the least of it. That I can handle. Last night she took a pillow, a pen, a crewel kit, paper bags and plates, cake decorations and a box of honey cornbread mix. I caught that last one before she got beyond chewing the box. Later, I went outside and found empty boxes, folded boxes from my recycle bin. Most things she sneaks outside so checking the yard is part of my daily chores.

I bought cereal the other day. My favorite Rice Krispies was in a gigantic box meant to feed a family of ten so I passed it by. They didn't have Raisin Bran Crunch, my second favorite. I ended up buying a variety of small boxes. I had never tasted most of the cereal. The only exception was Sugar Pops, Annie Oakley's favorite cereal. I tried the Fruit Loops. They were okay. Next was the Cocoa Puffs. Those I liked but I wasn't destined to finish those Puffs. On the way to the couch, I tripped on a box on the floor. I didn't fall but the full bowl of cereal went everywhere. Nala helped by eating what she could find. Henry never has gone on that side of the room so I felt bad for him. He ended up licking the bowl and eating the few Puffs left. I had to move some vinyl, a couple of baskets, some bags and a big piece of pottery so I could wipe up the milk and gather the Puffs.

When I was a kid, I could never imagine a Saturday staying at home unless a wild storm was raging, and my mother wouldn't let me out no matter how much I begged. Now, I relish days at home, even Saturdays. As for today, I have no ambition. I am a sloth. I am happily a sloth.