May Bee Day 6

Maybe I'll work at my editor job today.  Husbandman's flight was delayed so he won't be home until late this afternoon.  If I head to school, I can pick up some manuscripts and work at a coffee shop. Doesn't sound too fun, but maybe it will be. Probably not, let's face it.

The sun's showing up after days of drizzle.  Maybe I'll look into buying a pontoon boat.  When Husbandman comes home, it will be a big surprise.  We'll pontoon around the lake in the late afternoon and maybe we'll see some unique birds and maybe our pontoon will have a hammock, where I can recline as I read manuscripts. I'll wear big sunglasses and a floppy hat.  I'll sip on fizzy water and munch on cucumber slices and a cheese tray.

In the evening, Husbandman and I can picnic on the lake and drink some artisanal cocktails.  The moon will come up and we'll hear owls calling.  Maybe we'll hear the barred owl asking, "Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you?" I'll respond with my own song, "Husbandman's the cook, He's home at last.  Husbandman's the cook.  He's home at last."  It does have a ring to it.  I feel a plan a'hatchin' my friends.  I feel a plan a'hatchin. Maybe this day is looking up.