Afternoon. Tom the Son is deposited at his home away from home. I think he comes back July 24. Elen gets back August 7. Don’t let me forget to pay their fall tuition.
Wow. Two kids off at camp for the summer? How cool is that?
(Don’t forget to pay their fall tuition!)
I’ve had a singularly boring day, with the TV all blobbed up about Orlando. And in the coming weeks, all the screaming libs will be out with their “gun control” rhetoric and blaming the NRA.
And all I really want is some ink so I can write to my grandson. I couldn’t find any paper except typing paper, and the way I write, it would be about four words to a line, all going up to the right. I need loose leaf paper to keep on hand for the lines it makes me stay in. (Obedience to decorum and penmanship.)
I will see how much I have in my account, and if there is enough, I will head for Wally’s first thing in the morning for the ink, before I head for the laundry room. *sigh*