This weekend, there were rainy days with delicious, gloomy, low-hanging cloud cover. There was me, painting Beatle’s lyrics on my nightstand, because I’ve never been able to resist putting words on things. There was a napping kitty, and a general sense of slowing down. There was Sunday morning raspberry jelly toast with the world’s most perfect cocoa for two.
About the cocoa, I’m not kidding. I wanted a cocoa maker for Christmas, but didn’t end up getting one. As it turned out, my aunt so happened to have an extra that she never uses and gave it to me.
See? Sometimes you just get what you want. That’s a Megism.