Thought I lost my keys; found them in my jeans.
Couldn’t remember where I stowed the folder with the postage stamps; found it this morning.
Ron was wondering where his wastebasket had gone; I remembered and returned it to him after emptying it.
Barbara showed the house to an older couple today. They came back later with their DIL to see the yard.
We tried to walk Lizzie, but she really wasn’t up to it. I think the food I gave her yesterday wasn’t good, poor dog. Tossed the rest of it.
Ron is doing a transfer station run.
I’m getting caught up with the January 6 Committee’s hearing from yesterday.