Tuesday begins. The temps outside are cool. They're supposed to drop down into the low 30s (F) tonight, though no frost is predicted. According to my neighbor across the street, the time has come to cut back my Elephant Ear plant. She has hers in pots, cuts them back and leaves them outside all winter long. She's had hers for years, so I guess she knows what she's talking about.
The plumber is supposed to arrive around 10:00 this morning. This might be an adventure.
Adding to this laundry adventure is the fact that the electrician called yesterday to tell me they were sending the owner out to do a site check, and that he will be building my estimate. Evidently the gent whose name reminded me of an action figure is no longer with the company. This will now happen on Friday.
This evening I'll be going to Philly. Quelle surprise. One of my readers had made plans to go downs to a concert with his sister and she cancelled. She is around my age and has health issues. I have no idea who the artists are, just that one of them was on "Let's Get Talent," or one of those TV shows for amateur singers. He won over Adam Lambert, and I know who he is. What can I say? This is not my kind of music.
And, speaking of music, one of the sets of lyrics in The Body Under Ice has changed. Originally, I had been going to use Broken, by Alfie Templeman,, however Alfie's out and Cage the Elephant is in. Here are the new lyrics. Sometimes it's all about foreshadowing. When I tell you these lyrics pop, I'm being very serious.