Sleep Sunday

I suspect the cats did nothing but sleep all day, and they probably chose wisely. There was not much happening at the railroad. In fact, we only ran two trains -- and one of them only carried two passengers, a mother and her three-year-old son.

We closed things down a little early, and after a trip to Walmart, Tom grilled some ribs. Mmmm!

Now he is in watching his daughter Lucy and her roller derby team -- the Windy City Rollers -- compete in a championship match out in the northwest. He is watching it live on the internet, which gives you an idea of how things have changed in the world.

I am petting cats and waiting for Agatha Christie's Poirot to come on PBS at 8:00. I suppose I should go turn on the dishwasher.

Yawn.

Oh, yeah. The skunk smell is gone from the garage.