I’ll be around this morning. We’ll leave about 11:30 for Envirothon. It’s the last meeting of the year, so in addition to Current Environmental Issues, there will be snacks and a gift exchange. We’re taking fruit salad.
Pat is off work today, so he will come, too, though not drive because too many people are going to fit in the Avalon. Pat told me he has gained a reputation in his job for knowing where things are and how to fit the optimal array of items in the available space. I predicted this.
Years ago, when we were doing the World War II study run by Homer_J_Simpson, there was a little item in the NYT saying that the Army had reclassified people with OCD as well as several other disorders from 4-F to, “You’re drafted!” I said, “Patrick just went from a reject to “that weird little guy who figured out how to load the ship for optimal efficiency when we unload in Europe ... you know, the one with the funny look in his eyes who mumbles to himself in Greek.”
I knew Pat would do well at this job, and he will probably rise right through the ranks in a heartbeat. And as for that funny look in his eye and mumbling in Greek, well, it could be quite endearing. To the right people!
This may seem strange but I’m still tired, so whatever I do today will be done slowly. But it happens a lot with CFIDS, and I think part of my problem is the the supplements I need are still three days away. I was out of so many this time, but it happens that I often forget to order them. The disease again. :o[
I may have to go get laundry money today. I don’t want to, but if I do, I’ll take a swing by St Paul’s and drop off another load of donation items. Then I can begin again!