I think Frank stayed up too late, even though he was sent to bed at a reasonable hour.
I took a 30 minute nap. Then I got side-tracked because the Dismally Inept Lawn Service is here, blowing out the mulberry cooties from the rock bed between the sidewalk and the street.
I’ve told Chuck about the branch but he hasn’t gotten here yet, and I need to leave in a bit to go on some errands. So this time, he’ll have to wait for me.
Kara is looking for a screwdriver that, though it’s guaranteed for replacement, can’t seem to be found at any of the stores in Idaho. She found one in IL but it “isn’t available for shipment.” So I told her I’d check the local Ace Hardware for one.