Well, good for Tom! I hope his interview next week goes well. There’s good money in that stuff.
I went out to sit with the peeps, but LuDean is on vacation, and one of the Cindy’s is at work. Charlie was there, and then Chuck showed up, but Charlie went to a meeting in the community room. He’s my eyes and ears, because I don’t have the patience to put up with endless interruptions while someone is speaking, and the endless repetitions of a sentence that people either didn’t hear or don’t understand. That will happen a lot. My tolerance for rudeness is zero.
And I’m tired. I thought my back was going to kill me yesterday, and just as I came in, it started up again, so I don’t know what’s going on with it. For sure, it makes me very tired.
I have a bit of indigestion, perhaps from too much garlic. I’m going to type up the proposed updates to the mission statement of the Stewardship Commission (for discussion tonight, and yes, it’s as boring as it sounds), and then maybe lie down with Jake for a little while.