I have had quite the busy weekend. I have not blogged about what I have been doing out of an abundance of caution: I have been out of town and did not want to advertise the fact. I say abundance of caution, because I really do not think house breakers study blogs looking for likely victims. If they did and were paying any attention, they would know that I do not have expensive items they might like to burgle, unless they are really into Halloween and Christmas decorations, many purchased at rummage sales and thrift stores. The other reason I have not blogged about them is that I have been very tired.
All this by way of introduction to another Wrist to Forehead Sunday.
Everybody needs a little love.
I think a picture of kissing cows is always nice.
I live for true crime.
I have been watching Dateline on Roku TV. I tried to put in a DVD but my equipment did not cooperate. I have not done much else today: read a book (didn’t finish it), did a crostic puzzle (finished it), looked at Facebook, played solitaire (on the floor with an actual deck of cards), oh and I took a walk of over a half hour. It was not the mood-booster I had hoped for, but you’ll have that.
The plot thickens.
I close with a picture of the movie I had hoped to watch, Evil Under the Sun, a star-studded Agatha Christie romp. Once again I apologize for a post that lacks substance but I hope was not totally devoid of entertainment value. But tomorrow is Monday: the beginning of a new week and another chance to get my elusive act together. I hope you will all stay tuned.
Mohawk Valley Girl 
I too have had a Slacker Sunday. It’s happening more than I care to say. But as you say, “You’ll have that.” I am glad I am not alone in my slackerness. Grief has a life of its own and it is exhausting.
As you told me, widow brain. It’s a thing. I guess we have to just keep going as best we can, but for sure we are not alone.