Spent an hour on the patio, gradually pushing my chair back, keeping in the sweet spot—in the shade but not in the puddle produced by the gutter—until my feet and shanks had been exposed to as much sun as I thought wise.
Taking my coffee out on the patio, watching the dawn light up the trees. A nice change from sitting at the computer.
Sitting on the patio, drinking a beer and reading The Economist. Jackie is nearby, and expected to return. Kindle on standby for when Economist runs out.
Sharing my lawn chair with a handsome jumping spider.
Sitting on the patio with my sweetie @jackieLbrewer. And, of course, beer.