It is amazingly warm this morning. Yesterday, it was warm in the house because Ray had banked the fire overnight. He added more wood because it was overcast. Then, by the time we got home, it had been warm and sunny (high 70s!) and the house was really hot--we opened the windows and the Captain sat around with his shirt off! So, last night, we had the windows open and it is not cold in here. Rain is expected--yay!

I was at the Arch with other people. Apparently, our signs were destroyed late Saturday night. I didn't talk to anyone who was there. But we won the home football game--that probably correlates with drunken violence. Paul P. was there and Sabrina (whose family is from Argentina). Linda and Katie stopped by for a while. No police. Two student interviews. It was warm and I knit a bit. A young woman, art student, named Clara is going to trade a ceramic mug she made for one of my hats!

I took the bus back to my car at my Dad's and went to pick up Ray. Then we went by the restaurant to pick up the bucket of scraps for the pig. They didn't know what I was talking about, or where the bucket was I had brought the week before. I was hesitant, but left the new bucket with instructions. Hopefully, the message will get through this time.

We went home; my Dad was there. We worked on the grape arbor in the warm sun. Ray split wood. I went to visit the pigs. Captain went to rehearsal. We made potato-pepper frittata--it was wonderful.

I went to the Fellowship for a meeting of the Green Sanctuary team, feeling kind of discouraged, but felt better afterwards. Maybe something will happen.

TV with popcorn and 7 & 7 afterward, then bed.