What a sweet little face!
Good morning.
It’s 22° out there, and though my plans were to walk over to the office and mail a letter to my Favorite Son, I decided I didn’t want to bundle up. I’ll stay in here where it’s about 50° warmer.
How was your Envirothon get-together, yesterday?
I’ll have to get up from here soon and go do something constructive, like make the bed and put the clothes away from Monday. Pretty sad when I don’t even feel up to doing that...
Maybe I’ll get the photos of the books done a little later, when the light in here is better, so I can move things without falling over them in the process.
The Envirothon get-together was fun. Frank did well on his presentation about the Neuse River Basin. There was to be a moms’ sit-around in the evening after the high-school meeting, but I have the Guadalupe Novena with my congregation every night through the 10th.
I don’t entirely fit in with some of the group right now, because I’m not hysterical about the election or super upset that stores want me to wear a mask. The former is, “Yeah, whatever,” and the latter is a minor nuisance in the grand scheme of things.
Maybe the fact that I’m at least ten years older than most of them has something to do with it. I’ve seen hysterical flusters come and go and come and go, and it will all be fine, eventually, as long as there’s hot coffee and Naptime with Cats.