It was a quieter than expected Monday. The cleaning lady came, which is always a good thing.
The installer who was scheduled to install the new kitchen faucet called to say he had had car trouble and would be late. So I didn’t get to bridge this afternoon. John went and said he had had lousy cards. “J” came and got the faucet put in, taking him about half-an-hour. And it’s ever so much better than the old one. It takes such small things to make me happy.
I’d about decided dinner was happening “out” somehow or somewhere, but I wound up getting out the last of the split pea soup. No more of that until after Thanksgiving (and a ham).
There are lots of appointments to fill out the rest of the week.
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You know why I never make plans. 8-) There's always something, even in this place.
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