After dinner, Aunt Clarice and I drove down to Sister Clarice's house to see her two cats. Then I returned Aunt C. to her home and drove home myself.
I just got back in from grocery shopping, and Walmart wasn't full at all. Their sale kicked off at midnight, so all the Black Friday Zombies had eaten their fill and gone home. Someone was saying that Menard's, just up the street, was still crazy, since they only opened at 5 a.m. It's good to be home and dry without putting up with holiday madness.
Gotta get my tractor started. It's sat too long, I'm afraid. And instead of heading for Wilderstead this afternoon, I've got a backlog of office work that just won't quit. So the rest of today will probably be spent mooching around here. But, hey, at least there's food in the house again. That's an improvement.
