The Ugly Glomitts are itchy, but they do their job. I just have to do something about the thumbs.
Our washing machine is finally fixed and Dad is waging war on the dirty laundry as I type this.
I've taken my song as far as I can go. I just have to make a couple of copies and take those to Mass on Saturday. Hopefully, one of my fellow choir members can turn it into something good.