I slept until 7 this morning and woke up to the smell of coffee.
That's one thing I miss when Ned's not here. He almost always wakes up before I do and gets the coffee made so that when I wake up, coffee is all ready for me and all I have to do is pour myself a cup. This past weekend, I had to make coffee four days. So it was great to wake up to the smell of coffee this morning.
He, Marta and Phil, who had flown out from Brasil to help Ned celebrate his birthday at Lake Tahoe, arrived here around 3 yesterday afternoon. It was a surprise to me, since I expected him to arrive on Tuesday and had made plans for dinner for Walt and me. I'll tell ya, my brain just isn't here these days.
They brought leftovers which we had for dinner, and I'll cook the pork chops for dinner tonight, since Ned and Phil are going in to Sacramento for dinner with a friend and then out to the airport to send Phil home to Boston.
Bubba was thrilled that Ned and Marta were home.
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