Red Maple buds

Brother Russell stopped by after work to drop off a dozen eggs for me.  He had called first but for some reason I hadn't heard the phone.  Possibly because I'd fallen asleep while watching the news on TV.  Woke up as Russell came through the door to drop off the new carton and pick up the old one.  We traded pleasantries and then he asked if I was feeling OK.  That's when it struck me how I must look.   I hadn't combed my hair and this new shorter cut allows the hair to stick out in all directions.  I was wearing a torn and oversized sweatshirt.  It's very old and I would have tossed it long ago if it wasn't wonderfully warm.  I also was wearing mismatched shoes.  They are the same make of shoe - just the left one was green and the right blue.  I assured him I was fine as I tried to flatten my hair w/ my hand.  After Russell left, I asked Whip why she hadn't barked when he drove into the yard.  Advance notice of even a few seconds would have allowed me to at least be awake when he walked in.  She let me know that the appropriate greeting for a frequent guest is a wagging tail - which, she added, she had executed to perfection.