The lyrics were easy. “Zero, zero, zero, one ...”
My brane is telling that what my eyes see doesn’t make sense. The Late Igor knew all about that stuff, having worked in aerospace after his navy career, but I just had to let it go. My brain doesn’t do math.
Clumsy me...as I was fumbling around in the dark for another sip of ice water, I knocked my 64oz mug to the floor and this time, the lid broke. I had used the last of the ice cubes, thinking this would last me til morning when the ice cube trays would be solid once more, so I not only lost all the cold water...it was the ice cubes as well.
*groan* I had to get up and turn the lamp on and mop up the water and it really irritated me that I could be so clumsy. It’s not the first time that happened. But this time, the lid broke.
I stopped at the Rebel station at the corner and they are all out. If I feel up to it in the morning, I will go to the only other one that’s close...about two miles away, and see if they have any.
For now, the lid is “repaired” with duct tape.
I decided to wash the last two loads of clothes tomorrow, and I have just barely enough detergent and bleach to do that. AND...just enough quarters.
And because I changed the sheets yesterday, and the towels, I now have enough clothes for one more load. *sigh* It just never seems to end.
It was good going to Busdaddy’s because I could lie down on the sofa between loads, and there was no rush to get it done. I will be taking two pain pills tomorrow, one when I get up and one when I start to hang the clothes. *sigh* I have no idea what I would do without the pills, now.
Three years has made a big difference in my spinal deterioration. When I see the doc on Tuesday, I will ask her if we can start work on my lower back. The neck is being helped. The back is getting worse.