I’ve had my breathing treatment, so ostensibly, I’m ready for the day. All I need now is my hibiscus tea, and read a bit more in “Journey.” You must be farther along that I am, but the northern plains have been known to have snow and hail in July and August, if weather conditions are right.
(I wish Jamie was here to do my hair. This last cut was an insult.)
Vlad cleaned up the rabbit corpse. Jake had eaten most of it.
A schedule confusion has been cleared up: Pat and James thought an Eagle Scout ceremony was this afternoon, but it turns out it’s next weekend.