Well, the kittens have met -- they act like they know each other. Poor Feathers is so congested.
She was a hoot and game to try most anything it seems. Martha Raye, that is.
G'night!
The pastor announced that tonight the nominating committee is meeting. Now, of course, no one will answer their phones.
I am back from the barber and a lovelier than lovely luncheon with Joshie. We went to the Mexican place on 9th and 54th Street, a nice place where I once had dinner with DR Ginny and Richard. We both had a frozen margarita and now I'm tipsy and ready for a nap. Joshie has lost weight and looks really good. He gets around: this weekend he's off to Toronto. I wish I had his energy.He spent last week in a hellish workshop with the conductor who crashed and burned in St Louis. I could have warned him, but sometimes you have to work with someone to learn he's a total ass.