I'm reading 11-22-63. It's been a long time since I read anything by Stephen King, but I am engrossed with the book.
Tomorrow, I'll probably bake molasses cookies.
Tim's still fighting his chest cold.
I can touch my knee without pain. This is a huge improvement.
William decided not to hunt.
Houdini is still in the basement, although I have a hunch he's coming upstairs and exploring the house when we're in bed for the night.
That's it really.
Okay. Who's snoring out there?