Ah, yes, Monday. Again.
Sunday was a pretty good day. Tam and I drove down to Taste for breakfast with Uncle Jay, then I put in a very brief appearance at a baby shower for one of my nieces, held at Mom's retirement center. Then a stop at the five and dime, a few loads of laundry (and a sort though and cleaning of a box of various bits -- drill and screwdriver -- for a standard brace) and a nice nap before bedtime.
And yet, still, there's no dodging Monday. Darned thing sneaks right up and jumps out.
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
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