I slept until almost 8 today. Got up with the three-legged cat at my hip, I think he might have had concerns about my well-being.
I fed everyone, made my coffee and hung out with Nala. She was in a very “dancing” mood.
Stripped my bed and even removed the electric blanket. Got the roomba going and vacuumed with the real vacuum, too.
My room smells like roses.
I promised the teenager we’d have poached eggs and Lidl croissants for breakfast, and we did. Her contribution was to display her Pennsylvania Dutch heritage (on her father’s side) and fry up some scrapple.
I’ve never been a fan.
I’m still not. Tastes like meat and cornbread.
The teenager let me know this was not good scrapple, and that scrapple is pretty much cornbread made of meat.
I’m going to work for a little while doing some volunteer editing work for a anti-human trafficking group I’ve recently joined. I also had my second library board meeting since I rejoined the trustees there.
This afternoon, the teenager and I will be visiting a good friend and mentor, under a tree, socially distanced of course.