The deer had antlers. The cat did not.
I’m about to make sandwiches and cut up apples for tomorrow’s lunch. We have to leave by 6:00 a.m. to be at the Motivational Run. Earlier would be better. Elen gets liberty starting around 10, and my mother will meet us at the base midday.
James are nagging me to do laundry already.
Do you have lemon juice for your cut apples?
The food geniuses have bred up an apple that doesn’t turn brown when cut, but it will take a while to percolate through the distribution system.
It would seem that every time I’m about to toss in the towel and head for the nether regions, something happens: Greg and his over-loud stereo; the Wednesday train with accompanying horns and whistles; another phone call from an unknown number that won’t leave a message; And my own query, what the hek is going ON???