. . . it's only about 1730, I can't think of any good reason to postpone noting yet another Incredibly Unremarkable Day.

It's getting warm here--I've got the room AC on to get rid of the "stuffies."

And I was definitely warm at church wearing a polyester jacket (and other stuff also), and even a bit warmish after the service moved outside.

When I got home I read the Sunday paper, ate my Mandarin Chicken salad, then dozed off.

I think I'm awake now.

And soon it will be time for basketball to wind down. "March Madness" is almost upon us, for what it's worth. None of the schools with which I have been affiliated over the past 55 years seem to have much of a chance of making it, so it's pretty much of a "so what" when the games get going. I'm not sure if New Orleans is hosting any of the games, but I don't think so. And I really don't care.

This afternoon's nap distracted me from clearing out behind the house. I got the majority done yesterday, so the end is in sight. Maybe tomorrow I can get it done, and burn the stuff. (My burn pile is getting pretty substantial.)

This evening I shall watch TV while I read the latest Eve Dallas book. YD passed it on to me last week.

Another IUD.