I went out and now I’m in. I need to file, and then I’ll fix my unsalad.
And then I’ll have another breathing treatment. This is, indeed, a strange day. And I suspect it will be stranger before all is said and done.
I was lying down, but it was too loud downstairs for me to rest. You would think that people with rooms full of activities that they could engage separately and quietly wouldn’t have to yell all the time, but you’d be wrong.
At least Kathleen is napping.
I’ll get the words for Sunday’s Mass sent off to Fabio, and then I’ll go over to church and get the day camp forms people are supposed to have left there.