Up at 6 am for breakfast. Then back to bed.
The maintenance man drives by in his golf cart and my dogs are agitated. The morning is so cool. I have hair apt unfortunately and cannot get to dog park.
I got my hair cut. Then it was cool so we went to Ft. Woof. Few dogs and people.
I am hemming Lea's most recent lap quilt. I listen to tape, visit Marilyn.
BOOK REVIEW
Sally Spencer, *Dying Fall*
English police procedural. This is not Miss Marple's English village. Set in Lancashire, England, in 1966 this is a dying industrial village complete with hard mods (gangs). Someone is burning tramps alive (albeit asleep so they don't feel pain). Chief Inspector Woodend and his team must find the culprit. One of a series.
Hugs, Dr. Liz
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