I stayed up too late. 50s and gloomy here, but not quite raining. Maybe I’ll pull myself together and go up to Sally’s house with some things they left here on Christmas.
It’s supposed to rain all day tomorrow.
Give that sweet baby a hug from me!
And tell Sally and (why-can’t-I-remember-his-name) that they do good work!
We need rain so badly, but then, that’s why we’re called the High Desert.
I want to take the car to get it washed but I’m afraid it will rain just enough to make little mud clusters on the car again.