Cloudy but not lung-searingly cold.

Yesterday as soon as we got the truck home from L&G, Ron did a transfer station run with recyclables. Meanwhile, I reconciled their advice for repairs with the advice from KM Toyota. Turns out each recommended the same repair, only phrased a little differently.

L&G didn’t have my invoice so I don’t know how much I owe them.

This morning I went to the Williamstown Farmer’s Market and brought home pastry and bread from two vendors. Then Jet and I went to the library for tax forms.

I emptied wastebaskets, collected as many of Jett’s trumps as I could see, loaded up the truck, put new liners in the bathroom, kitchen, garage and sunroom trash containers. Ron did another transfer station run.

Perused the agreements with Trinity Solar and their finance company, Goodleap. Found the section on termination by the 18th but nothing about taking down trees.

We watched the men’s Olympics free skate last night and were devastated by Ilia Malinin’s breakdown. He said afterwards that as he immediately before he started his routine, “a flood of memories of good and bad things” came to him. It sounds very much like the life “passing before your eyes” experience that some have reported before dying.