I hit ‘snooze’ a few too many times this morning and now I’m eating breakfast and I can’t think of a blasted thing to write.
I called my Dad yesterday and we had an excellent talk. One of the things he told me about was the insulation in my childhood home. I’d like to write about it, but it’s going to need some photos to be uploaded. We can all wait for that, yes?
Gotta go. I still have to dry my hair. It’s Wednesday, y’know. (Hair-washing is on Wednesdays and Sundays.)