I went to Dad's house after I dropped Nicoal off and he wasn't there, so I went across the street to the neighbor's house to call his cell and figure out whether he was coming back. (I'd dropped by for awhile when I got into town and said I'd be back). I ran the risk of getting cornered by that neighbor and having to talk for an hour, which happened, but mostly because I had a nice 15 minute break where she answered the phone and had a nice conversation with the person. It was kind of rude.
So I'm home, and Cory's working late so I'm going to work on editing the captions for our photo albums. Yeehaw.
I wonder if 939 is OK.