A Misty, Moisty Morning

It's cold and foggy and mizzling outside. It would be depressing, except that this is Texas, and such weather is rare. If I had stayed out until dusk, it would have felt like Christmas shopping weather in British Columbia, or even in England.

45° F--cold enough for a scarf, but not a coat, unless a person was going to be outside for a long time. Which I wasn't. I was in Ikea. That's the most enjoyable maze I've ever wandered. It's a good thing they leave a trail of crumbs, in the form of arrows on the floor, or I'd be there still, wandering from room to room.

I'm looking for two pieces of furniture. Both the same--low, narrow, long, and with drawers. The best one they had was red, and I don't want red. I'd rather have a wood finish, but I'd settle for white. I need one for the front hall and the other in my bedroom.

Now that I've started to get the Prior stuff out of the way, I'm shopping for some Ronni stuff.

I did get some shelves for the bathroom. Let's see if I can mount them level!

Still, I was mostly just enamoured of the day. It's Monday, and not many were out and about, and it's not foggy enough to be dangerous, just a little bit mysterious. As Jimmy would have said, "good hunting weather." I would have liked to have been in the woods, though not so much with the gun.