...end up sleeping-in on a Saturday morning
Well, so much for flying with the hot-air balloons. I woke up at quarter to seven this morning and lay still, checking of I could hear anything outside. No branches rustling, no gusts of wind against the window. All seemed quite and peaceful about.
Also very peaceful under the blankets. Too peaceful. Not to mention warm and snug. I'd gone to bed too late the night before so didn't feel like getting up. Plus the impending disruption of the tiler made for less than conducive circumstances to bolt out of bed and dash off in search of an empty field.
So tomorrow morning, if it's calm, I plan to take the Walrus out to the field and do a little flying. And the hot air balloons might be there again...
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