Wed 5 Oct 2005
4 p.m.

Here, let me copy out Everett's note for you in case it's too difficult to read. It amuses me. I was having a snooze when under the weather on Sunday, and he had his weekend chore to finish:

"Dear Mom,
I didn't want to vacuum while you were asleep so I went outside. Please do not be p'd off. See you later.
Everett."

He has just walked in the door, given me about 10 cold kisses -- I guess it's chilly out there today, I haven't been out, been working here at the computer and baking bread (so he's thrilled, since I've hardly baked all summer, and has just cut into a loaf and will probably eat a good half of it smothered in butter), and now I need two things: a walk in the sunlight, and a laydown, as I feel weak and tired.

Best go out, as we have only another hour of sunshine probably, and the fresh air is important. I can always sleep later, or when I'm dead.