Not feeling like yaking much more than I did yesterday. So here goes;
Kathi has to go back to the Stat-Care place to get the stitches taken out of her lip on Friday. It's right at the end of our street. When it was the Moose, sometimes we'd just walk up to the place it's so close.
Happy to hear that your cold is getting better, Lee. And that it hasn't invaded your lungs.
Since AT&T is still fighting with NBC over fees, it looks like no more "Saturday Night Live" for me until they agree on something.
With our county into the purple range with Covid infections, Kathi cancelled her hair appointment for this week. (Purple is worse than a red condition.) It didn't make Kathi too pleased but she knows she did the right thing. Oh the ladies and their hair. 
Early last evening we decided to go out and look at people's outdoor Christmas lights. There's an old farmhouse with a very wide front yard that sits in front of our doggy groomer. The last time we were there we saw bunches of deflated Christmas characters laying all along the house and across the yard so we made sure we went by that place. WOW! All inflated and lit up there were way more than 30 of those blow-ups. One was of a horse was just as big as a reaI one. Wish we had taken a picture.
A house on the street behind us was also fantastic. All the different lights looked like they had been put up by a professional. Not just hours, but days. went into a lot of people's displays.
Worth going out for.
