And here I find myself once again.
Stopped by mom and B__’s. Helped with a couple minor computer things, showed off my local history website. (Dog just went out onto the deck.) … I came up via Limerick (named supposedly after Irish immigrants from there, I read in (I think) the 1976 Bicentennial history) and Marrill. Got car gas. M had texted there was a pizza order. I got home and M said dog had been nervous again about deck pops. He and I walked just around the block ‘cuz it was a little late, but we could’ve walked [a longer path], but it was cold (16° F or so), and I just didn’t feel like it. And now I’m here and I’m sleepy. I mean, I got to bed about 9 and slept well but I’ve been tired for several days now. It’ll take a few days.
Dog paw-clawed at deck door glass.
And what else? Oh, colors on previous page were chosen without looking.
Mom commented that I know a lot about local history—which would be a way of saying that I’m talking too much.
[From journal of Fri., 21 Feb. 2020, 5:50 a.m., Journal 318, page 41-2]