What a pretty Morning Floof!
Good morning. I slept in. Again. Maybe I’m not really sleeping in but have self-adjusted my inner clock to where I don’t have so many hours to wile away between arising and the opening of the local establishments.
I have to go to the pain clinic today, but yesterday, the ophthalmologist’s office called to reschedule the appointment. That’s the third time its been changed since I originally made it.
It’s chilly this morning, and I’m thinking I’m never going to warm up. I see folks in short sleeves and shorts, and I’m still in long sleeves and heavy pants. And a hoodie.
At least when I go in to take my shower, the bathroom will be warm. Then I have to clean up the birds. Chuck took care of them on Friday, but they still don’t look good. I have to call and make an appointment for Beaker’s nose job. I need to take Gonzo in, but I can’t afford both at the same time.
My brain isn’t working right, and the CFIDS/ME relapse that was at bay while I was gone is back with a vengeance, as I knew it would be. I want a nap! :o]
Good morning. Happy Wednesday.
I’m having a hard time believing it’s this close to Easter.
Of course, my F-I-L, who’s Russian Orthodox, tells me I still have a week.
Gorgeous—thank you!