A different day.

This morning Roy was coming to clean the house, so we got up a little earlier and had our breakfast before he got here. Chris watered the orchids, but I guess they won't bloom this year after all. I neglected them while he was in the hospital and extended care facilities. Karen watered them, but I forgot to tell her to use filtered water. Maybe next year all will bloom. After Roy left we had our lunch and then a rest. Afterwards I finally got busy and sent a sympathy card to Aunt Margie's family, through Tom and Joan. I also sent two regrets, to a great grandniece and a great grandnephew, in answer to invitations to their weddings. I re-read the beginning to Patrica Briggs' new book, and now it makes sense to me. Chris tried to make a loaf of bread, but our almost- new oven won't work. So, we cut the loaf up in biscuit-sized units, and cooked some on the stove-top and some in the toaster oven. They make biscuits OK.