Good morning! I spent a screenless Sunday, and there is a lot on the old MMP to catch up on. I went to bed last night at reasonable time, so I’m feeling refreshed. The temps were in the forties this morning, so I actually had to turn on the heat. Now the house smells like burning vent dust.
We found out yesterday our friend who owns the café is retiring, so we spent the morning there celebrating and thanking her. She sold the business to a local group with the condition that they continue as the original brand, and continue to serve the community. Time will tell. We will miss her. Our children grew up together.
I spent the afternoon re-reading the Silmarillion. This time I have The Atlas of Middle-Earth. I aways have a hard time with the geography of First Age Middle-Earth. Hopefully, the Atlas will assist. Meanwhile, Mrs Magill started her Woobles set and crocheted a little, blue penguin. Chloé thinks it should be hers. Mrs Magill disagrees.
I felt odd yesterday. The only way I could describe it was “girly.” I don’t know if I can describe it, but that word popped in my head, and it felt like the right adjective for how I was feeling. Things - they are a-changin’.
Sounds like an ambulance chaser got a hold of them, hoping for an insurance settlement payout.
The word you’re looking for is “voluntold.” As in, “I was voluntold to chaperone the band kids during band camp lunch.”
Not scraping is just not logical.