We’re having a fete at the compound tomorrow morning. I’m preparing signage to direct people who haven’t been here before. I’m also recovering from a migraine, so my brain isn’t working at even its meagre baseline.
I had to ask HA to verify that I had spelled “parking” correctly. I’m that fuzzy. Then I justified it by pointing out that I’m from LA, where we never see the word “parking” unless it has a “NO” in front of it, or a dollar sign after.
—2p