Cinco de Mayo

Or should I say "sicko de Mayo?"; because that's what I am . . . sick . . . and lonely. Sunday sickness is the worst, because all my friends and my Mister are at church. So far, I did some exercising and took Rufus for a little walk the minute it started to rain (bad timing), and then I sat in the breezy living room (I love to keep open windows) and read. And now I'm writing. I really don't have too much to say, but that's never stopped me before. I did go to a lovely friend's lovely baby shower yesterday. It was a warm and breezy day, and my friend had a mobile taco truck to feed us, and she has an amazing patio to shade us and give us plenty of space to mingle. I hope to go to church tonight, trying to avoid all the drunk Cinco de Mayo revelers.