Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice

Good Saturday morning. We’re both up a little early, I forgot to close the curtains in the bedroom last night, so it was a little brighter in there than normal. I just had to close the front door, as it’s actually just a little chilly in the living room.

It’s a bright and sunny day out there. Finally a nice warm, and not humid day out there. Yesterday was like that too. Almost a perfect day – bright, sunny, and just a slight breeze. Not too shabby if you ask me.

So, all that stands between me and the weekend is just a short shift in a couple of hours. Next week I think could go either way – it’s the local high schools grad. But this week, thinking about it, it might be pretty quiet as the town is hosting a minor league baseball tournament this weekend.

All I can hear outside are birds singing. It sure beats the dead silence of the winter. There’s so many different kinds of birds singing out there.

Coffee has been brewed, and is being consumed as I type this. Chaucer is really trying to get into my lap. Sorry dude, not right now. Good morning my friends, welcome to the start of Saturday!