Morning light at 517

This morning we awoke to a strange yellow square on the wall. It kind of pulsated and we briefly wondered whether Steve Guttenberg and Wilford Brimley would pop up in our bedroom (a fantasy we've had before):

No glowing "Cocoon" aliens and (sadly) no romping with S.G. and W.B. but we comforted ourselves with the realization that the undulating yellow square was...sun! Glory be sun! For the past two weeks, we've awoken to the pitter patter of raindrops and, while it continues to be novel that these rain drops are not landing on our dining room floor, it was getting kind of old. And soggy.

This morning the sun streamed in the kitchen and dining room windows and smacked me in the face as I was eating my oatmeal. Just like old times. It even made our sinister-looking collection of knives look cuddly:


And our giant cutlery looked like it had been through a dishwasher the size of a box car:

Our veggie head prints would have blinked. If they had eyes.