One of my Idaho nieces sent me a pound of homemade toffee!
Oh, it is to die for!!
And now, I’m going to slither off to take my pills then head for the bedroom. I stepped out to get the mail, and it seems ever heat pump in the complex was running at the same time. The South just isn’t used to this kind of weather. And neither of these old folks!
I hope you have a good night! We’ll be leaving to sing for the homeless mission shortly. We can practice our Spanish pieces for Sunday while the guests are eating dinner and then do some popular English songs.