It’s raining again.
I’m sorry you have rain. We have sunshine. The nights are getting cooler, now.
The bed still has to be made but I’m in no hurry. I think I hit a brick wall, so nothing is going to happen the rest of this day. I may write a letter, later. I was waiting for one, but there are so many things to say, so I don’t think I’ll wait.
I called AR again. I’ll call again tomorrow. And Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. She’ll probably be glad Monday is a holiday. ;o]
Sounds like a song by Supertramp.