I can see that happening.
The clothes have been sorted, the bed has been stripped, the garbage has been taken out, and I’ve had my steroid.
The drains were making funny noises, yesterday, and I’m thinking the water had been shut off at the main close by, because this morning everything is back to normal. I don’t know how these people think they will sell this place until the plumbing is working properly.
I really wanted to sleep another hour, but the laundry called to me: “Get up, you slug-a-bed!”
And here is I.
I have made an appointment at 8:00 a.m. to essay a driving event with Drama Queen. It will go slowly, around the block, so I’m sure I’ll be back, even if I have to walk ...
I plan to go to Dress Barn later to see if there’s anything I want with my $10-off coupon they sent for my birthday. Also, I’ll take some music pages to Asuncion’s; it’s in the same direction.
Somehow I didn't save my alarm when setting it last night but I woke up about 4 minutes before it was set to go off anyway.
But my head hurts.