Ron went to the redemption center and stopped at a couple of storage facilities to buy a wardrobe box to store his off-season shirts.
At around 11:30 I’d just finished loading the truck for the transfer station. That and making the bed were the only useful things I’d done up to then, and the morning was almost gone.
I was worn out and dazed from even that short exposure to the heat. Finally took a shower, put on clean clothes and did the transfer station run a little after 3. It was miserable, horrible, but also not very busy so the trip went fast.
Ron taped up the wardrobe and we moved his shirts to the attic.
I made a list, finally, of dates that are important to insurance company underwriters (and banks and realtors): roof, plumbing (central), etc., so I won’t have to look these up every time we want to put our coverages out to bid or refinance.
Ron made tomato sauce and pasta for supper!
I had some correspondence with a woman on Nantucket about a dog she is fostering.