Good morning. Best wishes on your laundry with a good view of the stars. It’s cool here this morning. I got the kids up, so Kathleen could go to her dog-walk job up the street. Haven’t seen Frank, though. I guess I’ll have to go upstairs and sing a happy song.
I hope the handyman comes promptly for your handful of small jobs!
Thanks! I love looking at the stars, and if I had an unobstructed view and a comfortable chair, I’d take my binoculars and sit out for a while with a star map.
The handyman may not be here for a few days, but the jobs have been waiting for weeks, so I’ll just pretend they’re still going to wait!
Now, I have to go, though the laundry won’t take long today. Nothing goes in the dryer!
The sliver of moon and Venus were staring at me between the trees on the way out the door! What an invitation! Am I in Rivendell??
It’s 55° right now, and I’ll open the back door in just a bit. I really missed a back door while I was in Coventry!
(I gave up on the Silmarillion for now. I’ll go back to it when I feel a little more inclined to read heavy stuff.)