Although there was bright sunshine in the hours after Dawn uncovered her lovely face. The 'thunderstorm activity' that had been predicted might happen although the temperature now is nowhere near what it was yesterday at this point (it reached the mid-80s F. in the evening) so I doubt it.
A quiet day of reading, Mass following, forty minutes of housekeeping, and listening to three cello concertos by Jean-Louis Duport.
And I took the trash out to the curb, too, when I returned from my spatiamentum and the shopping: although I realized as I walked out to check the mail half an hour ago that, Monday having been a federal holiday, the refuse collectors won't be by until tomorrow.
Am dining on what I suppose might be called 'wraps', tortillas filled with alfalfa sprouts, tomatoes, cucumber, cilantro, cabbage, carrot, green onion, and canned tuna. Tomorrow, I will eat the same meal but with shredded chicken (which has been sitting in the refrigerator since... Monday, I believe, tsk), in order to use the chicken. Ah, but it is the Vigil of Pentecost tomorrow so is a day of fasting etc-- but I think not wasting the chicken may trump the abstinence part of that.
I believe I can add a photograph of myself wearing a mask here. Not the worst of discomforts, wearing it on the bus the other day, but unpleasant. Was constantly forgetting, when bending my head downward in order to text on the mobile, that this and the mask caused my glasses to fog.
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