Daffydowndillies, a potato who wants to grow, and 5 things in These titles mean nothing.

I made the bed and put away the books and magazines and newspapers and pens.

I took dirty clothes down to the washer and brought clean dry clothes up from the basement and put them away. I discovered Jim has two identical pairs of mismatched socks.

I washed dishes. There weren’t a lot but now they’re clean.

I tried to clean off the table but didn’t really succeed. Maybe when I’m done here.

I texted son John to wish him a happy birthday. He’s 53.