Don must be sick

He went to bed at 11 p.m. This man is the late night king. He has a head cold or maybe it's just a bad cold. He called Connie Merrill, the choir leader, this morning to tell her he couldn't sing in the ward cantata today & she didn't recognize his voice. He did fix supper, but then left me to do the dishes. There weren't very many, but it took me almost 2 hours to do them, sigh.