Day frittering

So far, this day shows definite signs of frittering. I mowed last evening; I slept all nice and comfy. And the morning is blue sky and sunny and not too hot . . . Why, it’s a Goldilocks day. Seeing the word “frittering” in print in front of my face made me think of corn fritters, which led me to corn muffins, which led me to John Wayne’s  answer to Katherine Hepburn in Rooster Cogburn.

Why are you shooting corn muffins in a meadow while my father’s killer is on the loose?

We’re celebrating, Sister.

Celebrating what?

Being alive, Sister, being alive.