Tom is home, unexpected!ly. On the dinner table, there are two cases of bottles of Diet Coke and some revolting SunDrop that were surplus at the camp trading post. I assume he has a plan for them; otherwise, I’ll take them to church for the Knights of Columbus to use at their various events. Jim-my-fixer never seems to get diet soda!
I don’t know about his laundry. Maybe he left it outside? I could smell the reek of the other boys’ clothes as soon as I walked in the house from choir practice yesterday!
Kathleen fell asleep at 6:00 p.m. yesterday, and I put the other boys to bed at 7:30. She got up at 6:30 today, and now Frank is here, since he wasn’t as tired as his brothers.
I can’t even think of when the last time was that I had a carbonated, non-alcoholic beverage. I would have to take them up to the clubhouse.
And speaking of the clubhouse, I took the messages off my phone yesterday afternoon, and there was one from the manager from Friday morning. I don’t answer my phone unless I recognize the number, and I can’t imagine why he would call me. I’m about half tempted to have Eddie the Attorney come and standby with me. I’ll go to the office tomorrow, right at 0800 so I can find out what Casey wants. Him and his pet beard. *shudder*
I don’t recall the time the call came in, but I was probably sitting out with Charlie.