I feel like going to church, but it’s not time yet. I don’t feel like taking Frank and Kathleen, but there’s no choice.
92 degrees and 22%, with no breeze. The security lights are out along this row of buildings, and no one has bothered to tell maintenance about it. I will do that in the morning, since I don’t really want to talk to the answering service.
I may have to go lie down. I’m not feeling all that great at the moment.