Then I take it the campers are not quite so stinky, now, eh?
I just finished a letter to my grandson, and thought about going in to lie down, since my night was disrupted, somewhat.
The bottom is still dropping out of the barometer, and I’m somewhat depressed, so bed is probably the best place for me. If I thought I could do it and get away with it, I would take a 30 minute nap. I’m afraid if I try it, I will sleep far longer and that’s not a good idea, since tomorrow is wash day.
Sometimes, I really wish I had the stamina to wash more than one day a week, but it’s not going to happen until I have my own washer. (I can dream, can’t I?)
I lay down for a few minutes for a Jake Affection Emergency, but then Jake smelled meat and ran off, leaving me no excuse for staying in bed.
The campers are all washed, and I’ve cleaned some of their ears, too. Kathleen knocked over the cat food dish in the sunroom; I need to go sweep there.