I thought it was something else I tripped over, like a bag to be donated, but after I called Chuck for an ice pack, I realized it was my shoelaces. Wicked and tricksey, indeed! They just jumped right out there!!
Good morning, everyone. Happy Friday!
We have moderate temps now, foreguessed to get up into the mid-70s today. We’re supposed to get rain later that will start the real drop in temps.
Yesterday when Mrs. ArGee checked on her parents her dad had a wicked scrape on his forearm. It looked like maybe he had caught it in a closing door or something. “How did you get that?” “I don’t know.” But he’s fine to take pleasure drives down the interstate. Sheesh.
So much for my high-scoring ways in Wordle. Another bomb today.
Wordle 839 2/6*
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