There's a good chance you hallucinated this week without ever knowing it

Inverse ^ | October 11, 2019 | By Jack Barton on

[Tax-chick]

[Monkey Face]

Looks like the Floofs have a visitor! I had to look twice at that pic to make sure I saw what I thought I saw.

Good morning.

I have no idea what’s on the docket for today, except maybe to organize the pantry so I can actually find small things. That would be a new experience! ;o]

[Monkey Face]

That’s cute! LOL!

[Tax-chick]

Good morning. I have choir practice at 11:00 and a performance at 2:00. Not sure what else I’ll do today. Maybe clean the pantry ...

[Silentgypsy]

Is that a goggie with the Saturday kittehs?

[Tax-chick]

Yes, it is.

[Silentgypsy]

Y’all are ‘way too ambitious for a Saturday. I feel like such an underachiever. G’nite.

[Tax-chick]

Sleep well!

[Monkey Face]

We’re all underachievers because there will always be someone else somewhere that is far more ambitious than we are!

Sleep well!

[Tax-chick]

I have an ambition: get through the day.

[Monkey Face]

Ditto, me! LOL!

[Tax-chick]

If you keep your goals specific and reasonable, you’re more likely to achieve them. They teach us that in Weight Watchers!

[Monkey Face]

Absolutely! I learned that in the School Of Hard Knocks. Life goes along much more smoothly when setting and reaching goals is a part of it.

Today, of course, I’ve had to modify it, but when CFIDS doesn’t interfere, I keep all goals. Some are postponed, some are done in increments, but they all get done. Eventually!

[Tax-chick]

I’ve made it through all my choir requirements for the day. Well, except for making up more song sheets for future events, but that can wait. I’m going to lie down.

[Monkey Face]

I discovered today that there are times when this place is absolutely glutted with wrinkly, cranky, slow-moving old folks and equally cranky and much nastier little dogs.

I have no idea where any of them come from, so rather than ponder it, I’m going to take my last dose of pills for the day and head down the hall.

(My dyslexia seems to come from my fingers keeping up with my brain before my eyes recognize what I’m saying. ‘Night.)

[Tax-chick]

[Monkey Face]

That Morning Floof looks like one of the best mousers we ever had!

Good morning.

I really didn’t want to get out of bed this morning, but its Sunday, and things need to be taken care of!

Because of the pain in my right shoulder, I’ll have to make an appointment with my PC doctor so he can order x-rays. I suspect it’s dislocated, so all I want is for it to be put back in place to stop the pain!

There was an old lady in the complex I lived in when I was in Del Rio, and every time she saw me, she’d say, “Don’t get old, Mija!” I didn’t like the alternative, and still don’t, but at least now, I understand what she meant!

(Post 3195 was prompted by a bunch of my neighbors (this side of the lane) arguing with someone who came to do outside work, and then each other about how the work was to be done. I’ve seen the truck here, before, but I have no idea it’s purpose.)

[Tax-chick]

Good morning. I could imagine the exact scene from post 3195!

[Monkey Face]

Every time I post an observation, I run the risk of being deemed “judgemental.” While I may judge an action, I really try to stay away from judging a person because that’s the way I’ll be judged. It’s too scary to take part in!

I need to go make the bed. Then it will be time for me to think about other things. Like maybe writing another letter. Or two.

[Monkey Face]

What? No one to take it?