Diary day
Sunday, 20 July 2014
There are Sundays and there are Sundays.
On this one, we had rain; real rain, not pop-up summer showers. Rain that interrupted my sleep, and also will make the weeds easier to pull. (Chore for the coming week.)
Also, the last of the legendary striped sofas moved on to a new home, a first-apartment-after-college. Now we have an empty spot.
Other activities that come to mind were the meaningless drudgery of household life.