when the fall turns gray and icky. No more rain here, just a cool foggy day. We will get up to 60, if it burns off in time. I was hoping that TBG was going to start on the lights,but his comment was, "I feel better if you are here to help me with it so you can tell me what you want." I offered to take off Thursday afternoon, but he wouldn't hear of it - "Maybe during your lunch hour." I'm guessing instead of eating.
On a happier note,
This was waiting to greet me.
My roses are blooming, the silly things.
At work, the scripts for A Christmas Story arrived. Gosh, guys, we're doing it next year.
And yes, those are leg lamp lights around my bulletin board. Our Florida friends sent them to me last year.