I’m seriously considering asking my cousin why he’s coming. If it’s because he wants possession of my late aunt’s journal, he can save himself a trip. It’s not leaving my hands until it’s transcribed, and then he can have a copy as well as the original. My feeling is, if she had wanted him to have it she would have given it to his dad.
But I only know Blunt when I’m like this and not Diplomatic.
Outside of that glitch in my processes, I’m not too bad, emotionally. Physically, meh. Mentally, the jury is still out.
I may have a visitor this morning who isn’t Sharon! On of the gals from another ward. I used to see her all the time before our ward grew and had to be split. Now I see her mostly going one way down the street and I’m going the other.
It must be interesting having a lot of cousins. I have only two. I’ve always been friendly with them, but they’re much older, so it’s mainly a Christmas card and what I hear from my mom.
It only takes one good play in the market to be set up for life, but most traders never hit the jackpot. We shall see!
I’ll have to ask Tom how Elen is. I assume we’d have heard if she suffered anything worse than boredom! Maybe Tom will be over again this weekend.