A dream of driving is a warning to “watch your wallet.” At least, that’s what the book says!
At some point, in the next 30 minutes, I should probably get my silly backside up off this chair and go to some cleaning in the bedroom. I don’t know how well I’ll be able to clean the water stains, but I have to do try, anyway.
I also have to write another missive to the manager about the smoking that is still going on next door. Even a new filter doesn’t mask it more than three days, and my A/C hasn’t cycled in over two weeks.
In a way I wish my sense of smell wasn’t so pronounced (CFIDS/ME) and that I didn’t have COPD, so the smoking wouldn’t bother me.
Yes, in many ways it would be useful not to notice environmental irritants about which one can do nothing. My father would shut off his hearing aids when the roar of the Offspring was excessive.
Frank is writing an essay about why one of the other Cub Scouts should get a haircut.