I note to myself that I am up and gone way too early to read entries now. By the time I post my days mutterings and head off to the pool, which is an outdoor pool, none of you have posted your careful thinkings. I found myself feeling bereft yesterday morning. Bereft today too. I miss you, and I will probably greet you a day late, or even more, for the rest of the semester. Perhaps next semester too. Tuesdays, I am going from the pool directly to class in the early hours now.
If you don’t see me, I’m over there, wet, and writing notes.
And too, I need to take Grumpy to the dealer. Poor old guy is a thousand miles off his oil change and making a horrific rattling sound that creeps into my wallet seemingly at six hundred some dollars. Frankly, the truth is he should be traded in, but who is going to buy a very old truck with a nickname of Grumpy from a very wet old lady.