Well, it rained all night, but I missed it – except for waking a couple of times and hearing it pitter patter on the sidewalk. But there’s a fountain outside my window, and I’m never sure whether the sound of running water I hear at night is fountain or rain. The wet sidewalks this morning tell me it was Ma Nature’s shower, not the manmade kind. Pictures on Facebook show a snowy scene in Sedona, three hours north. And I’m wondering if the desert will be blooming soon.
It’s cool and clear out there this morning – well, cool for Arizona. I know 48 degrees is a virtual heat wave for those of you in the Frozen North. But I’m in fuzzy slippers and a long-sleeved shirt, wishing I had some wood for the fireplace. (Yes, I’m a wuss. I admit it.) They’re promising mid-70’s by next weekend; I keep reminding myself (as do others) that I’ll miss these cool temperatures come summertime. Then again, my father always said if there were a perfect place, it’d be full.
Fun times lie ahead. My dear friend Adrienne will be here next weekend, and we’ll be celebrating our birthdays and exploring the area. Then there’s baseball the weekend after. Friends from Washington will be here visiting their son at the end of the month, so we’re planning a quick visit. And somewhere in there will be more baseball, bike rides, hikes, wine and bruschetta – and probably frozen yogurt. (There’s also job hunting and working and errands and chores, but those things don’t really fall into the “fun” category.)
But today it’s work, and an afternoon stop at the Arcadia Tavern. And probably more coffee.
I’m off to find a sweater, and buckle down to work. I hope you’re warm and cozy, wherever you are, and enjoying a peaceful Sunday. And if it’s raining there, send any extra down this way!