Good morning. All the casseroles wuz eaten.
The Tom family has been around this morning, encouraging Junior to fly. He chased James (the mourning doves) away from the feeder and looked pretty impressed with himself.
James the Son (and his hair) have not yet appeared this morning.
The pills have been sorted and I’ve listened to an uplifting talk (no cute accents) and now I need to clean the face and comb the hair, then make the bed.
Just as I was settling down last night, I heard sirens, and then more sirens, and after a few minutes, even more sirens. It was a house just a couple of blocks from here that was vacant of people but not furnishings. Seems it belongs to an older couple from up north who were planning to move back into it.
Engines from three townships were involved in trying to knock it down, and it was next door to the gal who teaches Sunday School. She was pretty shaken by it, from what I read on FB.
No one was hurt and that’s good!