Thank you for the Pat and Kathleen report! Bon appetit to K
She ate and fell asleep, but then woke up and had a mid-level spit, requiring a clean blanket and an eventual, but not immediate, change of clothes.
As I was pouring another glass of Cheap Pink, Sally reminded me of how Frank used to ask for wine ... “I want wine, it is for my tooth!” All our children have rather Mediterranean tastes.
It appears DP has said some Offspring can camp out in the yard tonight. There is discussion of setting up a tent. Our Scoutmaster (not the Undead one, a live one) is coming over later, with wife and baby, for cake and coffee. He’ll be impressed if they’ve gotten the tent up successfully.
We ran into them in the “back hall of loud babies” at church when we arrived for Mass this morning. They’d been to the 11:00 service, and we were there to get started on the 12:30, with an interval of sad Spanish music for the anniversary of the death of Sra. Lourdes’s mother. She was very happy, in a sad way, or vice-versa.