I made brownies. I will frost them in the morning.
The barometer is off the charts this afternoon, and I will have to have more Ibuprofen before I can go lie down. I try to ignore the pain as long as possible, but days like this, that’s pretty difficult.
I saw bunch of bathing suits on sale in one of the catalogs but even the cheapest (60% off) were too steep for me, even on payday. Maybe when I get to St George. I love the pool there.
So this is probably one of my last posts until morning.
“I got it one piece at a time ...”
Back from the pool. Tom is showing his objection to washing dishes by playing loud, annoying music about the Soviet Union. Funny that he didn’t put up a snit about eating pizza.