He headed off to work well before 0630 this morning. Up the coast to a Thanksgiving office party. They kept urging him to come, and pressured he went. I get to spend the day by myself. I’m looking forward to this.
I have a giant project started at last. Putting all my many years of photos in order on my hard drive. I started with G’s pictures late yesterday. And got some done. Why I didn’t standardize them when I saved them, I don’t know. Instead of “0024 scan” or Coffee cup, 1977,” I need to rename them and put the date first. “1977 Abbot street windowsill.” Frankly, I admit it is a truly boring job.
I have dishes. He’s been doing them; today I will see how I do one handed. I have a book: “New Tricks” by David Rosenfelt. I’m dressed. We got the heavy quilt out yesterday as we are in the 40’s at night now. I’ll make the bed and play housewife when I am not raising my hand in the air.
Life is certainly not boring, and I have been saying thank you a lot lately.