I don’t have much to say other than I sat on my can all day, reading mystery novels by Ian Rankin. I did take a nap at one point, only to be woken by a very childish argument between my parents. It’s too silly to repeat, but it has to do with my 87YO (soon to be 88YO) father hoarding his dirty underwear and my mom yelling at him that she just finished the laundry. And then he said he’d wash them himself. Of course, she pointed out that he’d never done laundry in his life and I was laughing at all of the silliness.

Anyway, I did nothing on this beautiful spring day. I can blame my sore back, but really I felt lazy. Why not?