Good morning. I’m sorry for my late appearance; I had to go back to bed for an hour and a half. I don’t feel much better, but at least the migraine has somewhat lessened.
Yesterday, I went over to the clubhouse for something, and saw a whole bunch of books, so I picked up two by Rush, one by each of the Bushes, and four about Queen Elizabeth I. I also found “Iberia” by Michener. And there were also two by Tom Clancey. All hardbound.
The office here is working on a “beautification project” which means they have some grant money to blow. They want to stain the old patio fences, and everything is supposed to be off the patio. HAH! I’ll move what I can inside, but I’ve got nowhere else to put the tubs. If Miss Daisy was running, I could put everything in the back end and not have to worry about how I’m going to move it all to storage.
That's something, anyway.
I seem to be recovering also. Didn't oversleep very late this morning, and was able to be in the office well in time for the 8 AM teleconference. Oops... they're starting to do something, gotta go.
I misread that as “Bunnification process”.
“My gawd man! Ye turned me into a rabbit!”
Good Morning!
I see you wisely avoided the Bunnification Process comment.
All kinds of moral dilemmas there upon finding one’s own self has been turned into a bunny.