It was a bit of a tumbleweed night at the restaurant. I was done by 9:30, and home by 10:00.

I did some more ironing and thought of the days when a clean shirt meant no noticeable stains and doing laundry consisted of throwing a shirt into the dryer with a fresh sheet of bounce (and that was only if I was looking to impress).

Ahhh, the good old days.

Anyway, I can’t imagine this being at all interesting to read, and I’m sorry. It’s only been a few days and I’m just stumbling around in the dark; hoping I don’t step in anything squishy or run into something hard.