Things often seem not to get done here. I sent Frank up to bed when I found him lying on his face on the sofa.
It may thunderstorm again.
I just went over to talk to Chuck. He was in training all day yesterday, which is why his door was closed, but I guess he had to be there, rather than at home. He said it was a pain in the rear.
I told him about the cousin and the fact that I had never met him, and we’ve decided on a code, in case things start to go south. That’s a relief!
Also, pest control was back because of Rocky. I guess she doesn’t know that once the place is sprayed, the critters will come out to play, trying to escape. If she were cleaner to begin with, she wouldn’t have that problem. *shudder*
(Diatomaceous earth is my friend!)
Charlie’s copy of “The Replacements” came, so I opened it carefully and will put his letter inside it in the morning and then call him to give him a head’s up on it. I hope he enjoys it, because he sure sounded excited when I told him I could order it for him so he didn’t have to wait so long for TV airing. (I can’t believe he’s kept all my letters!)