Mowed the lawn at the request (orders?) of Mrs. Fatshot. Her Bunco club met here today for the first time since the pandemic struck. After the mowing (and the completion of any other assorted assigned chores!), I was urged to
make myself scarce....not a problem for me, as the thought of 7 or 8 75-year-old women sitting around yacking
was not something I wanted to experience close up! Went upstairs, watched some "Live At the Masters," then the Indians-Royals game (we won, 4-2!). and caught a few zzzzz's. Near perfect day, as a matter of fact...!