While Mel was in Branson, I’m pleased to say that we managed to eat and get the laundry done in more or less normal fashion.  I had dreams of trying something new on the grill but that would have involved going to the grocery store and I decided that was too high a price to pay considering that it got up to 102 degrees Saturday.  We just ate what we had in stock.

On Sunday I broke one of the commandments by staying home from church and mowing the grass since the temperatures had plummeted down to around 90.  It actually seemed cool.  I wasn’t the only one; the first mower started up around 8:15 and by 9:00 half the neighborhood was mowing and edging.

I had a massive novel I was trying to finish so it was no stretch for me to stay inside and read.