I always take my wife morning coffee in my pajamas. But is she grateful? No, she says she’d rather have it in a cup.
It’s Monday, and that means music from my younger days. I could not come up with one today, so I am sending you the “Best Of The 1950s”—great music; great times.
https://youtu.be/QfSgyoK4t-I
That’s all we did; we left the house for Mary’s PT. On the way home, we went to Aces and Mary was a good little girl and had a nice salad. I could not pass up the Aces Burger complete with a fried egg on it and a small salad. The meal was good but we still have some remaining.
Other than that, we worked in the office. Housework is a treadmill from futility to oblivion with stop-offs at tedium and counter-productivity.
Mary is closing out all her paper worked for retirement, and I was on the search for bills and did the Christmas Eve and Christmas Day website pages.
We watched FINCH on TV and crashed about midnight.
