...but not in a bad way. Just I noticed that dishes, breakfast, and placemat were all blue. Very co-ordinated for a Saturday morning. And it feels terribly decadent to have cake for breakfast at 10am.
The sky is also beautifully blue, so I put in a couple hours of gardening. Maybe I'll do a bit more later, get everything trimmed and tidied, and spend the evening in fiber-y pursuits with a clean conscience.