Morning floof sez he’s steppin’ out into the big time!
Good morning.
Just as I was drifting off to sleep, Rocky’s helper came in and started thumping, banging and slamming as she always does when she cleans, and about the time she got done, Brian and Tom did pretty much the same thing, only outside. Our buildings form an “L” so whatever goes on in their joint back yard is amplified in my back yard. Unngh.
And so, the migraine is still here.
I’m going to write to my Favorite Daughter and return her adoption papers to her, then maybe my day will sorta start. (I had to copy them for genealogical purposes.) It’s awfully slow going in the middle of a relapse. This is not a good time to travel to Little Rock. Or anywhere else. :o[
And so we tentatively set foot on Friday.
Happy Friday.