I am safely ensconced in my secondary position, an undisclosed location in the wilds of Pennsylvania.
There are no cats, and it is very peaceful.
But I have work to do.
I don’t know if the sleep did it or what, but I feel so much better today; I even feel like I could handle some Pink Drink, if I had any. I’ve don’t almost all I can do to please the Inspection Nazis for next week, so for today, I will just take mental inventory.
The car show may not take place. Since Busdaddy checked it out yesterday morning, he may not want to go today. That’s OK. If I want, I can go, anyway. It’s within walking distance. Of course, Home is uphill, so I will have to take the easy way...down to the bottom of Water Street from here to the top and then home, which is a gradual incline. Not like the other way around...
I REALLY need to call the thrift store dispatch and have them come and get the pile of stuff I have in the patio. I think if they come on Monday, it will still be good because I’m almost to the end of the complex, and inspections start at the beginning.
That sounds very nice.