Cliff's St. Louis sister and I had talked about visiting the art gallery for a long time, and we finally got it done. I'm fairly sure I had not been there since the sixties. The two of us like the same kinds of art, so it worked out well.
I found myself admiring feet throughout the day.
We got home to find my daughter and her family had moved their barbecue from their place to Cliff's shop, since storms were threatening. At one point we lost electricity; after that 12-hour stretch of no electricity the other night, I was a little nervous. So I not only reported our own outage, I also called and reported Cliff's sister's outage as well as two neighbors who, for all I know, might have still had power. Hey, I like my electricity!