My week is running away from me. Can't remember Monday at all. Tuesday was spent with what Lord Emsworth would call a bit of a rummy tummy, though unlike the Empress I have not been eating blancmange. Also had a killer backache. I was trying to decide if my back was upsetting my tummy or was my tummy upsetting my back. Today is much better on both counts.
Today I was putting up the laundry I did yesterday which included my arch enemy a fitted sheet. I've tried everything to learn how to fold them so they'd fit in the linen closet---yes Martha I tried your method-- and now I've decided that what I really need to make them lay flat is a giant panini press.
Just finished making a pasta salad to go with lunch today. I have an appointment with my dermatologist, also known as Melisandre of the flaming sword. I wasn't due to go till next month but I have a rather strange looking mole she needs to see. Even Mac noticed it. So I decided not to wait.
It's been reasonably hot here only upper 80's to about 90, but that's over and it's back up to the mid-90's now.
Off to play my new opera piano book, it's quite difficult so very slow going. It's called Opera for the Piano, but a number of people complained in their reviews of it that it had no lyrics. Well, the last time I checked my piano doesn't sing. If I wanted lyrics I'd have ordered Opera for Voice.