After some personal time with Jake, I’m going to take Pat to work and then Kathleen to her riding lesson.
I found out why my bedroom was so much warmer this summer. The tape that holds the plastic in place over the swamp cooler vent had come loose, and was letting hot air into the bedroom. So I retaped it and now I’m listening to the plastic flapping against the vent housing. I guess there are worse things.
The Muppet Birds have been changed, fed and watered, and that’s the end of what can be done with a blinding headache. And since it’s also affecting my vision, I need to close while I’m ahead.
No call from the AR branch of the Kidlets, yesterday, but plenty of texts from the CO contingent. As always. Until her day starts and then silence...(DiL has yet to learn that the response, “Quiet,” to the question, “How was your holiday?” is a euphemism for, “I spent it alone, with no calls,visitors, or invitations out.”)
I hope your nap with Jake is refreshing, and that you have a good evening.