Lizzie barked at several points early this morning. She had trumped the first time and she devoured her food the last.
Ron was up with her 3 or 4 times. I was up with her twice. I ground up food for her and incredibly, Ron slept through the noise.
Since I was awake at 5, I decided to pay bills, which involves (stupidly because I’ve been doing it for years) confirmation phone calls. Again, mercifully, Ron slept through the ringing.
Finally, I texted Cindy and Cathy, which was great, got some good news, but again more noise that Ron was able to sleep through.
Much as I hate to admit it, I agree with the right wingers in Congress about fighter planes to Ukraine.
As the father of a veteran, Biden’s Uber caution is maybe a reason to exclude the children of the powerful from militarily service.
Not really, just a random thought.
I’m making a mild soup from mushrooms, lettuce (yes), celery and shallots. Staying away from tomatoes for now. I hope it’ll look Norse. I’ve had a yen for things Danish since watching “Seaside Inn”: wildflowers, teal and cream decor, delicate floral linens and china patterns.
At this point, I am ready to drop. Ron has kindly volunteered to pick up the few grocery items we could use for the weekend.