I finished typing up the song lyrics for Sunday. Maybe I’ll go to bed soon.
I have no idea why I’m up.
The sound and light show that was predicted kinda fizzled out, for which I’m grateful.
Mona came over around 1300 and stayed for a little over an hour. She’s interested in moving some place out of Arkansas because every “time I turn a corner I meet a memory.”
I’ll ask Chuck for an application for her. She would love my little town of Hurricane.