Town: mail, lunch, groceries, hardware, Everett's to drop off his mail and pick up my clean quilts. (Our hard water stains fabric, so I enlist my son with his town water.)
|Scott chatting with someone parked in front of the post office.|
This Hour Has 22 Minutes.
The outdoor timer should be switching on my coloured lights any moment.
What are you doing this New Year's Eve?
Here's to another year gone, another to come.