I’m sure your soup will be just fine. We have choir this morning, and Sally will probably turn up to kibbitz and do her laundry.
Sally said Anoreth’s dog is sick again. I’m afraid poor old Dog is getting to her terminal decline. She’s an old, old girl.
FS sent me a text when I was finishing up cleaning the bathroom, saying he was still in bed, PW was still asleep, and they would let me know when they were headed for Walmart. Also, that he would put a safety chain latch on the door for me. It’s a composite door, so I don’t know how safe it will be, but —
I’m still trying to fight the draft under the door, but as long as it isn’t right next to me, I’m OK.
When I was cleaning the bathroom, I had to use some baking soda and vinegar in the basin drain. Shared plumbing sucks.