I have chicken thawed in the fridge and must Do Something with it.
Trip to Victoria for next week confirmed.
Tom is feeling poorly; he’s been in hospital again. I wrote him a letter, I should mail it.
House filk has been postponed until we have better health and a certain venue. (Edit later) nope it still may happen on Saturday. I think Peggy is possibly contemplating more food than she can reasonably get into her mouth but I ain’t argying wit’ a grown woman. I mean, she’s having rellies for house guests AND wants a house filk? I WANT EVERYTHING AT ONCE she is my relative, there’s no getting around it, I don’t care what the family tree says.
