Ten-Finger Exercises

Sunday night live

A good Sunday altogether. It was very warm, 75 degrees. We might have flown to Portland after church to visit my son and his family, but we had a birthday party to go to. The weather for flying was a little iffy, so I didn't feel too bad about it. But then, after going home once because I'd forgotten to get the address-- don't you hate having to do that?--there were no cars parked near the house. It was supposed to be a drop by affair between 2 and 5. Dumb, me that is. I should have hunted for the invitation instead of just looking up the address in the phone book. Rather than just go home for it--a second time--I called a friend. Woops, the birthday is next week.

So, we got a good nap, never a bad thing, and thoroughly enjoyed the bottle of Zerba's merlot we were taking as a gift. Great with steak strips and a Tivo'ed Saturday Night Live.
Is that boring? Nah, it was pleasant.