James and Kathleen share Robert E. Lee’s birthday, and Tom was born, appropriately, on Hallowe’en.
Back from the gym, where my toe was no problem. It’s just bruised. Now we’re waiting for Jamie-our-Hairdresser to arrive.
Windows 10 is installing itself on this, and I’m just not a happy camper today. I feel like everything I do or say is going to come across as really cranky.
I don’t know if I should apologize, so hopefully, fair warning is good enough...