Had a quiet day. We did not to go the cottage today. Tomorrow morning, for sure.
After I cooked us some brekky, I settled down in the living room, with a laptop in its appropriate place, and produced a somewhat shorter version of my next media column for Frank Magazine. I sent it off around 3:30, and as far as I know, my editor has finished editing it for publication. Usually, those media columns run much closer to the magazine's deadline of Thursday, but because I will be out of town for a couple of days starting tomorrow, I had to move things up.
We still haven't got rid of the buffet and hutch combo. The folks who picked up the dining table and chairs did not have room for the other things on Saturday. It would appear that their efforts to secure a buddy's truck were for naught. Ruddy shame, that. Others have spoken up for it. Let's hope one of them can drop by over the weekend.
Flash starts shortly. Think I will wrap this up.
You will likely not hear from me tomorrow. Let's shoot for Thursday, when my big day is behind me.
See you then.