It was a good day. A regular day, until my television died. Dang it! We only use it for half an hour, but it is a vital half hour.
Later I hung the paper towel dispenser back up in the room I painted. That was a minor triumph, but I will wait until I can show you why. Then I had home visits and television buying, and now I am home with nothing to show for it.
Ok, here’s a good story: at my last home visit I met a blind cat. She was about eight years old – a little brown, long-haired cutie. She had been adopted as a one-eyed cat, then developed glaucoma and had to have the other eye removed. She seemed to get around just fine, and was very, very loving. I thought about stealing her, but pet theft is bad form at a home visit. Her name? Winks.