I went grocery shopping and made a baptismal dress for the pending baby and am working on another baby blanket, like the one the pending mom admired when she was here. I made myself dinner and then slept for ten hours. So, I didn’t get up early and go get the oil changed.
The orange cat killed the mockingbird. It was inevitable, as the mockingbird had gotten quite daring in how willing it was to swoop right down upon the cats and divebomb them. Lesson one in being a bird: don’t get so close that the cat can catch you.
Today I’m cleaning the house. Then having company.
And tomorrow I’ll get the oil changed. One way or another, I think I’m about done moping.