Quiet day. Didn’t sleep very well last night owing to number of things, not the least of which is the bozo who lives on the top floor of the apartment across the street. Been worried about Kit, too. Doesn’t seem himself. Not sure if he’s just getting old, or if something’s amiss. Taking him to the vet on Monday to see if they can tell me anything.
Met G this morning for coffee. Had a great time. Got his new piece to read, so that should brighten up the weekend.
Missed the gym today in favor of a trip to the restore, then the roofer’s warehouse in search of cedar shingles. Managed to find a bundle, and after a quick trip to Starbucks, came home and very nearly finished the shed. Should be able to wrap everything up by tomorrow—fingers crossed.
Was hoping to get the canoe out tomorrow, but it looks more like Sunday now. That’s okay. Work first, play after.
Was going to go into a long missive about loss but decided against it. Anybody who’s been there already knows.