Sunny day, warmish with cool breeze.
Long telephone chat with Luanne.
Trip to town to pick up new glasses.
Weird things. Might be a bit tough getting used to the reading-on-computer part.
But I'll give it three weeks and keep my fingers crossed.
Took Everett's refundables to the depot and dropped off the resulting $8.45 to him at work.
Picked up a bagful of groceries.
Walked in the door to find this on the kitchen table:
|My note on top, Scott's beneath. |
So ... he is requesting a hearty late supper ... then what does "Not K" mean?
It is a mystery.
Also, did we both make a K the same way?
I see one of them is out on a swather in the oats, as Scott had hoped for today.