I am not sure when I got up. I
anointed my forehead with lotion, and dry brushed. I read and
deleted e-mail. I played an audio while exercising and juicing. I
made breakfast, and was played a second audio when the postman
delivered my thread, order. I practiced my trombone and checked on
my seed trays. There were tomato seedlings! William called to gloat over
his latest thrift store purchase. I went outside to work in the
sun. I was sweeping the patio when Chris came home. He changed his
clothes and then drove us to the visitor's center on post. I got a
badge for access to the post while Chris is gone. We had to go
through the visitor center gate and one of the guards looked like
Stan Lee. There must be a superhero around here somewhere, I
thought. Then we went by the post office to get Chris' mail, and
finally stopped at a gas station to fill his tank. When we got back,
I ate some ham for lunch. The roasted leeks went really well with
it. We watched TV, a Carey Grant movie. Chris got a work-related
phone call. I picked up sticks, getting some late sunshine. I
sewed and ironed while Chris ate supper. Then I made myself a salad,
and listened to an audio. I leafed through a quilt magazine, and then cut fabric rectangles until Chris
was ready to watch. We watched the last episode of The Flash and one
of Inspector Lewis. He went to bed.
* You are looking at 48,000 yards of thread in this picture. *
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