I only had one thing besides church planned this weekend, and that’s on Sunday night.
I am listening to the rain overflow the gutters on the roof and drip onto the concrete next to the house.
I have a ton of paperwork to do, so while it’s all quiet and thoughtful, I’m going to do that.
Daughter Katie went on a date with a young man to see Alice in Wonderland. She says nothing will come of it, but I suspect he’s a persistent young man. I’ve never met him.
I am angry with Keith right now because I think he’s being irresponsible. I think it’s fortunate that I can’t stay mad at him.
I’d like to thank Paul for being the only person I knew I could tell a disgusting story to. It’s all very well to have friends, but not all of them can put up with me to the extent I like to be put up with. Although, now I think of it, I could tell Patricia and she’d probably laugh too.
