Degrees Fahrenheit, I think.
Happy Monday to the new arrivals. We’ve read two scenes of Henry VI: the famous one where the sides pick roses to choose up for the death match, and the death of Mortimer, who is a composite character of two Edmund Mortimers, uncle and nephew.
And all I’ve managed to do is laundry and nap. Oh. And get a grocery order put in at Walmart, and made a call to U-Haul. Unngh.
I’ve got a glitch in my upper spine this morning, and the wind is beginning to blow. The sky is overcast. Again. Or maybe still.