Tom and Elen were waiting for their respective directors to volunteer the dates. I told them they needed to hassle the directors directly.
Nobody is returning my phone calls. I guess I’ll vacuum.
I’ve gotten everything done but the filing. The place looks like it could handle company, now! YAY! Of course, when they leave, I’ll probably fold up and sneak off to bed.
It’s just not shaping up to be a good day. I’m almost out of Wet-Jet liquid, and I feel harried and beat up. It must be about time to go sit with Charlie.
It’s 64F and 37%. A jacket. I need a jacket!