A blissfully quiet day. The predicted storm turned out to be a dusting and no more. Finn is out with Handsome Dog Walker. Coffee is in the larder after an early morning grocery run. My sister will see a new PT today. Mike.
K is thankfully not scheduled to fly anywhere anytime soon. “WTF?” is all I’ll say to the shutdown and to the networks who seem to have unanimously decided to air the gasbag’s gaslighting this evening.
I am making revisions to the text, rereading journal entries from when C was a baby, and writing new scenes for the novel.
A pile of ironing awaits. Couldn’t stay awake for Maddow last night, so I’ll watch her as I press.
Chicken stock cooling on the stove. The whole downstairs smells of its savory goodness.