His mom's face is a lot like Shannon's.
Back from a committee meeting. The next thing is taking James and Vlad back to camp staff. Sally phoned me to say Uptown Charlotte smells like rotten eggs, and the gas company is being cagey. I told her not to light a match!
Rotten eggs is The Chemical! Most men don’t smell it, for some reason, and I had this on good authority when FS was barely three weeks old. Good thing we lived in navy housing, or who know how long it would have been before the leak was fixed.
I’ve had another busy morning and I’m sorry I did because it may make the difference come Sunday.
Mona took me to Kroger to get my prescription, and then I turned to on the field day.
The bathroom and kitchen floors have been swept clean of corpses of any kind and then were mopped, then a new layer of diatomaceous earth was put down to entice more things with more than four legs to become corpses.
Then I sorted my pills, and I’m thinking it must be time for me to take a break of some kind.
I’ll be glad when January comes so I can go to church at 0900 again instead of the current 1130. I’m already dead by then. The stamina is gone and pushing myself to continue it is how I got to where I am.
I think I will call the shelter while I’m sitting here doing nothing.
That DOES look like Shannon, doesn’t it?
That’s a beautiful kitteh-face. 😻