So late, yet...

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I am digging in.  Laundry is going.  Two loads, plus one in the dryer, will be done.  The grill is going for another meal.  A load of dishes are set, some need put up, and I'd like to push two more loads through.  As well, I plan to do some work in the living room.  Really?  It's the plan.  Sometimes yes, sometimes no.  We'll see.

I forgot my mother was travelling this week.  Sent her Mother's Day stuff.  Ugh.  I am sure she has a neighbor or friend who could check on things.  Still.  Oh well.  She tried to call me yesterday.  I just got the message today?  Anyway, her call had showed as it should have I wouldn't have placed the order.  I tried to call this morning, the line went to voice-mail.  Either they are having breakfast or she is sleeping in.  Travel gets rough every year on.

Raining, and yet warm... warmer, at 48-52 F.  I think.  Strange and stranger.  Oh, but that rain will chill to the bone.  I, in my temporary morning naivety, tested it, thinking warm air would mean warm rain.  Not even close.  Now I know.  We aren't getting so much rain that I regret watering.  Just a light sprinkle, I think.  Enough to wash the dust away, for a bit?  Very strange world lately.  Even so, I am going with cooler sheets.  Flannels served their purpose but that is over.

Later, if my plans succeed.  Good night if not.