I got some sleep. When Mom came downstairs, I moved upstairs. It wasn't yet terribly hot at that time.
I got up around 10:00 a.m. and gave K.H. a call. As we'd discussed, K.H. came over to share plants. I gave her a bunch of 'Ice Follies' daffodil bulbs, and then dug up a bunch of 'Tete-a-Tete' miniature daffodil bulbs to share. I dug up an orris rhizome and a rhizome from my 'Indian Chief' iris to share. The daffodil bulbs were definitely in the "passalong plant" category. K.H. gave me an envelope full of hollyhock seeds. She had pictures of the flowers, which were single and deep red. Perhaps I'll plant the hollyhock seeds today.
Later: I ended up digging up a lot more 'Tete-a-Tete' daffodil bulbs, since I was already thoroughly dirt-smeared. I placed some back in the "crocus garden" on top of the soil, but spaced out more, so they'd have room to spread out again. I came in when it started raining. The daffodils bulbs were quite dormant. I also dug up a rhizome of the probably-'Matinata' iris that had ended up planted sort of on its side last fall, when I dug some of those irises out of the driveway.
In the evening, I started reading a book of essays analyzing Frank Yerby and his books.