more morning music

We're having morning mama breakfast on the couch while a male woodpecker drums, hoping he's found a spot sweet enough to make the ladies' hearts flutter. The city is quiet, it being Saturday morning, just the occasional car passing by. Though it's all relative. Occasional on our street is two a minute. In some places, that would be cause for alarm. I have a hymn in my head. I hate it when that happens. Years of church and a head for lyrics will do that to you. Today, I am going to carry my desire for a spotless kitchen floor straight to the lord in prayer. Maybe while he's at it, he could finish up the laundry and clean the cat boxes. What a privilege.