No cat. Jake was pouting at the top of the stairs when I got up.
I’m going to have a shower soon, and if none of the driving brothers gets up, I’ll pick Frank up from his friend’s house at 11.
I just had my shower, and the water was tepid, in spite of my efforts. *sigh*
It’s going to be another stunner in the 100s today, and I’ve elected to stay home because I think it is the best thing to do, in view of the healing processes that I want to invite. And regardless of what Others think, I have to do what’s best for me.
In other news, FamilySearch sent me a notice that my paternal grandmother was four years old when her parents crossed the plains. Meaning also that she was three when they made the journey from Cape Town, South Africa!
I’m always excited when I can put things in their proper perspectives! ;o]