A day without flesh-eating storage media and rats is preferable to one with said atrocities.
And with that, some laborers and I are off to church to put an insert in the church bulletin for the Stewardship Commission, of which I am still the Chairlady until July 1.
It is cold in my neck of the woods. The wind is cold, right out of the north, caressing Pine Valley Mountain and its snow before it reaches us, who are trying to have spring.
My phone has gotten really wonky since my trip. One of my nieces decided to set up a group for texting each other on the way there, and during the visit, and I didn’t have all the phone numbers, so my phone would alert, but no text message was there. Now, its still doing it, and I don’t know how to get out of it.
It also shows the weather with a clock but the clock is on PDT, even though the weather icon is Hurricane. I don’t know how to change that, either. That’s what I get for leaving town on a whim.