Saturday, June 8, 2019

The current cover for the New Yorker reminds me that I have to do something with the piles of books in my house.

Cool morning, sun warmth is shinning into my kitchen.  Oatmeal and coffee. And the New York Times paper edition.

Yesterday I sat down at my desk and paid bills with checks.  Put the checks and stubs in stamped envelopes and dropped them off at curb side box. I do this twice a month.