Too much that can't be said. Nothing much that can.
The weekend weather was perfect.
Jeff and Carrie came by last night and we played cards and talked till nearly 2 am. It was a good night.
I do love to watch the bats fly at dusk. One little, one big. It relaxes me.
I am so very glad that some happy hats no longer fit. They never should have in the first place. The ones that are knitted now are a gazillion times better. My heart...
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