Friday, September 17, 2004
Humid and rainy
The plan was to write in the morning, run errands in the mid-afternoon and have dinner with a friend.
I overslept and awoke to a flood watch. So, I got in the necessary supplies and am battening down . . .again.
The two little cats are velcroed to my lap. They know a storm is brewing!
Why do I have a feeling this won’t be one of my more productive days?
Sighing and smiling ruefully,