Scruffy sweet kitty!
Good morning. I hope you had a good night, with no cat spew.
Will you be having a barbecue this weekend?
PW sent a video of the “landscape” of her folks’ home. Golf course. Exciting.
I was up again last night. (So what’s new?) I woke up again at 0530 and thought “I’ll just lie here for a sec,” and the alarm rang 30 minutes later.
The nerves in my left hand are such that when I wash my hair, it feels like rough sisal rope in that hand and wet hair in the other. Really weird!
FS is supposed to come over and watch a movie with me today, but I suppose he’ll work on his latest project, then go to Walmart before he comes over. We’ll see. One thing is for sure — I won’t ride with Pam tomorrow if I don’t have to!!
Happy Caturday, Wordle Fans!
Here’s wishing you a safe and blessed Memorial Day weekend! Be careful out there.
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No barbecues planned. Tonight, we’ll have ... toast, probably ... because we’re going to the mall with the Guatemalans in search of Frank’s gangster suit. We’ll have his birthday cake, too.
Tomorrow, DP and I are going Uptown to dinner with Anoreth and Dion, and the yutes can have ... toast, probably.
Monday, we’ll have Frank’s birthday dinner, beef stroganoff.