Gravity is high today. Everyone is dropping things and making a mess on the floor.
I’ve been to open the clubhouse, and had my shower and breathing treatment, so I’m good. I’d go to Walmart if I had any reason to, but it’s 25 degrees at the local airport, and even after all that moaning last year about cold hands, I never did by any gloves. The steering wheel is just as cold this year if not moreso than last year.
As I was walking to and from the clubhouse, I could hear the individual leaves falling from the upper branches, through the lower branches and then to the ground. It was interesting, and I would have stayed and listened to those lonely little sounds but it was just too stinking cold!
I hate when gravity is high. It interferes with my brain, because it makes me think I’m just clumsy.