Wet Wednesday

I woke up from thunder, not the alarm clock on Wednesday morning. It was amazingly warm (66 degree F.), but that's not supposed to last.

Work was work (as usual). When I went home in the rain for lunch, I ate the rest of the chicken tenders (with more ranch dressing) and French fries (with ketchup). I admit, I ate too much and was stuffed!

Back home at 5:00 PM (still raining), I treated the cats and then changed clothes. I started the Wednesday wash and then got into tonight's big event: Cleaning the downstairs shower stall.

I applied two treatments of mold spray (the first one just got the highlights) and then rinsed the walls and floor. That stuff stinks!

I folded and/or hung up the laundry when the dryer stopped.

I checked the phone and found my daughter Melissa had called at 4:00 PM. So, I called her back, but the phone just kept ringing. So, I eventually hung up.

I ate the last of the grilled leftovers for dinner. I wish I knew how long cooked hamburger, brats or hot dogs should stay in the fridge, but I'm guessing five days.

Melissa called me back and we talked for a long while. I think we applied our collective knowledge to solve many a parenting problem.

When we hung up, I wandered in to watch some TV. For some reason, I didn't feel good (bad leftovers?) and went to sleep early.