Frank has gone off to spend the day with his friend who used to live up the street. Next, I need to get lyrics for Sunday emailed off to Don Fabio, and then I’ll take the teenbros to Walmart and see if we can find them some clothes.
I think I’m done for the day, but maybe not. It depends on whether the allergies get busy. I keep forgetting I’m allergic to the cardboard packing boxes.