My Monday morning is featuring a teen drama event. I’m going to take the byos to the library.
I’ve taxed my brane to the limit, already this morning.
(Someone just walked by, reeking of cigarette smoke to the point that it was easy for the wind to blow the odor in my open door. Ugh.)
The sleep shirts have been hung up, and the linens are where they belong, but I still have to make the bed. And write a letter to my grandson, which I didn’t do yesterday.
Wish me luck... Never mind — I’ll make my own!