The evening is balmy, but I’m not looking forward to my meeting tomorrow morning. It’s at the high school, I’m chairing the committee (bugger, bugger, bugger) and the particular situation isn’t one that I’ve experienced before, although the other committee members have come across similar situations. So, why am I in the chair? It’s suitable. I’m not arguing. I’m just bemoaning.
I’ll get myself into a suitably governorish suit and get there absurdly early.
In the meantime, I think it’s about time to flirt with my husband. He has been entirely charming this evening: not that that is unusual in itself, but he has gone to particular efforts and I’d be very happy, if not for the heavy icepack underneath my heels.
Al called me out to see a barn owl hunting on the field, this evening. I missed it, but all the men saw it and were entranced. I will try again tomorrow and see if there’s a chance of a photo. It was about 9 o’clock, when it was still light. It’s been a good day, warm and sunny but with a freshness to the breeze. The sort of stereotypical ‘June weather’ that occurs only fleetingly.
Think of me at 9 o’clock on Monday and please wish me well.