We’re out of here early tomorrow to go visit M (and Jeanne!!). But first I have to take Jimmy back to the vet because someone, and I suspect the evil Geoffrey, has bitten him in the neck. Of course.
I spoke to N this morning from her laundry room — school is going just fine, apparently, and she wondered if my mother would like to entertain the rugby team the night before they have a game down south. Or at least let them sleep on her floor. Probably, I think.
So — I have to get home in order to clean up the house a little bit for my brother, who will be feeding the cats. And I suppose I have to do the laundry so we can pack.
I’m excited — it will be cold, I hope, and maybe there will be a few leaves left, and we will see M.
Do you think I would be crazy to go to a mitten camp? I’m thinking it might be fun.