I’m not fortified at all today. I can’t find the flat plastic bin where my evening bags were kept packed away. Yes, the bin was one of those slide under the bed things and vanished in the confusion of the window additions. The only place we haven’t looked is up with the Christmas stuff. Something will turn up if we don’t find a purse. I do have a little tiny, purple bag that will match mother’s amethysts.
First showers then haircuts. We be styling here….fortified. G wants to go to an estate sale or two probably just for a little shopping fix. We are doing well.
Daughter Margot called the doctor about her flu at last and is doing slightly better. She’s going to be sleeping through two weeks not one. Bobbie isn’t doing well as she hates traveling alone. She’s missing Michael at times like these, but she is resolutely heading to New York to meet with museum directors. This is her dream come true even if she hates traveling to meet them. We each are getting fortified in our own ways.