Sunday morning - awake at 8:30. So that means I slept little. Once I got back early this morning I was too wired to sleep much. Ah, no matter, it was absolutely worth it.
It's a chilly wet day. Looking out my kitchen window there was fog in the valley nearby. It was kind of ethereal looking. That did not take away from how wet it was. It has rained softly all day long. But, I had laundry to do. The idea of hanging my clean clothes on the outdoor line was not going to happen. I do have to go outdoors and unlock the door to the "laundry room" which is located in this building but with no interior access. The trip back and forth was made a few times to get everything clean.
Several loads of laundry later, I find the cottage resembles a giant disorderly clothesline. Luckily it is extremely unlikely that anyone will pop over. The hot press has been put into service and I shall have warm jammies tonight.
Having had a long conversation about the Abrahams last night I decided to dig into the records again to see what I could come up with. I was able to combine all the screen shots of records could be combined into one note in Evernote. Great. However, now that I have a lovely serviceable printer, the notes don't print. Ugh. A support request has been duly dispatched to the Evernote techs. Hopefully they will respond quickly with a solution.
I have not made any further breakthroughs but remain hopeful. The next lead is just around the corner.
Apparently the weather will be pretty dry tomorrow in Scandinavia - lovely for them. It promises to continue to be damp hereabouts.
My Irish phone seemed to have disappeared. I thought I might have left it at Coolross but that was not the case. I tried using my Canadian phone to call it. Although I can make unlimited calls within Ireland I could not figure out the combination of codes to enter in front of the actual number. Nor could I use it to phone Coolross. So - Skype to the rescue. Mary being very accommodating, called the mobile number to help me find it and I heard it ring. Finding it took a minute or so, but there it was tucked into a pocket of my laptop case. And, for the first time, I successfully answered without shutting off the call. I'd been swiping the wrong way. What a dummy!
Despite the rain, all's right in my world and I look forward to the week ahead. I'm pretending that weekends make a difference to me instead of every day being just like every other day.
Slan
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