I visited with Mom and Dad and niece Jessica this morning after the boys' walk. Very nice. And Moby is drive-able - just a residue left of skunk smell, I think. Otherwise, got some laundry done but caved in to a nap. Darn Zyrtec.
I'm making chicken a la king for Steve -- he'll have biscuits and I'll make dumplings for me. Good food for a cooler-ish day. The Cowboys lost. The Steelers won.
Not much else happening. I haven't chosen anything to read yet. I feel at a loss and I don't know what my mood is.
There's things to watch on TV but don't know if I will. Of course, the next three days I have The Voice.
Much love,
PK the Bookeemonster
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