A slow Sunday

It'll be a Slow Sunday today. Yah, sure. Sandy's in her shop making something. She doesn't know how to slow down. I'll go out and work on picking up some branches that came down from the thunder storms we've had lately. The bird feeders need attention too. Should be around 86 today and no rain. The senior center is supposed to open on the 22nd and I don't know if we will go. Sandy wants to go the following Friday to the wood working class. I have mixed emotions about going back. We have to have our temperature checked before going in and sign a release to not hold the center liable if we get the virus. Also, wear masks. The paper showed a picture the four top full time employees discussing the plan. No masks in sight, either being worn or on the table. Not even hanging off of their ears like Biden. Sort of a do like we say and not like we do. Several of us are waiting to see if the dancers are back. That's a story for another time. In the past, we have had several couples over to the house for lunch and karaoke. As karaoke seems to be out at the center, not much reason for me to go. I told Sandy I would take her to the class and pick her back up. I don I don't feel like getting in to the news today. Time to take a break from it. I'll close for now and do something. Stay safe.