Friday finally

Although in our strange little days, time seems to melt or stand still, sort of like that old "Twilight Zone" introduction Rod Serling used to give. Clocks run backwards...
Two good walks for my mother, adding up to 14 blocks.
A couple of hours' worth of foiling and cutting of my very copious amount of hair. I am now restored to... whatever my appearance is.
My back is still sorish frome yesterday. No fun for me this afternoon.
Beloved son took off for Leavenworth, WA, to go up to Midnight Rock for a climbing session.
Beloved spouse shall return sometime after midnight.
Too tired to read.