I probably could sort the pills sitting but I’m so clumsy at odd moments that I would most likely knock over the pill sorter case when I was almost finished. Standing to do it is safer.
Back from Wally’s. I had to use de-icer on the windshield again, and the heater blew full force all the way to Walmart, and there was still moisture on the inside.
The nail polish was exactly the ticket! I even touched up the other bolts, because some of the anodized color had come off in the struggle to get them all seated.
I need to go put the dried clothes in the closet and then I should get busy on the thank-you gifts.
The byos are taking the trash out. I’ll have a shower between now and 8:45, when we’ll leave for WW.
The thought struck me when I was putting the polish on the bolt heads that back in the day, there were three colors of polish - red, pink and orange, and there was no such thing as black. There were shades of the colors but they were all distinct, but now there must be hundreds of shades.