FRIDAY

. . . . . This turned out to be another one of my famous nothing days. The laundry is caught up but that is all I have to brag about. I could have very easily taken the dog for a walk but I was unable to drag myself out of the door except to walk the 6 feet to the mailbox next to the kitchen window. My landlord get his exercise delivering it that far. The weather was threatening all day but I knew walking would be safe because each time I checked the radar picture it showed no rain in the area. Just plain lazy, I suppose.