Journaling... Lousy day except for happening to see Gypsy this afternoon (oh, she of the tough-ass-usually-right-on-the-money advice for me).
Wife called to ask if okay to come over to look for winter shoes. Fine. I failed to ask exactly when. At 8:45 I had my phone in my hand to call and say, "it's late, this will have to be done another time," and the phone rang in my hand and it was her in her car almost to the house. Did I say forget it, it's too late? No. She came over and while I was prepping a room for painting she spent ten minutes with DIL whispering. How rude. I ignored her, responded matter-of-factly when necessary, and was simply glad when she was gone.
