And slept until 9:30am, when hubby and Billy woke me up.

We went to the farmer's marker for many delish pastries made with utter quality and care (french), cheese curds a bit dry and scone and ham an cheese croissant and cheese and garlic bread, our favourite bread.

I have just washed the big kitchen windows: it was filthy with smoke. I have yet the french doors to do. Ella Fitzgerald is singing.