Golly. Make a basket for his running shorts only. Label it. If there’s nothing in there, then he didn’t “put them in the laundry.”
Just sayin’. I’m so tired of waking up to gray clouds. AZ is getting all the rain, but we get the clouds and humidity.
The end of August marks the “official” end of the monsoon season, and I can hardly wait. Of course, it also means the cooling down period before winter, and I don’t look forward to that.
Oh. Before I forget. I emailed the manager here about my transfer request, telling her that I knew for a fact that there are two vacant one-bedroom apartments, and one for sure is not next to a smoker.
We’ll see what happens.
Good news! I’ll pray for your movie to an apartment with a better atmosphere!
Choir practice this morning. Frank has been sleeping in his bed since 9:30; Tom’s up there to get him if he cries. He’s been falling asleep around 9:30 for the last week and sleeping two or three hours.