Best laid plans, eh?
Thursday. The forecast is for a sunny and warm day, but degrading into yet more rain/thunderstorms later on. I cleaned the debris out of the pool yesterday, and the water might be warm enough today-- maybe. I know Holly is chomping at the bit about getting in, but if it's still too cold, I hope I can convince her not to try it. Because if she does, I have to. Or so I feel. We will see. I might be able to just supervise, which would be okay, I think. At any rate, it's not even 6:30am, so I'll deal with that after lunch. This morning, what should have been a quiet time getting some house chores done, is now going to be a bit upended: the washing machine is not working. Our trusty repair man is coming at 8:30 to see what's up. So, the wet laundry is stacking up, and I don't know what/if I can do about it. And that's another fun summer adventure, eh? I really, really do not want to go to the laundromat. But, as I said, it's not even 6:30, and I just tried to g...