I’m just going to leave that lying there until a sharper wit comes along.
In fifteen minutes, I will bestir the Student Driver, so we can get some errands accomplished before I run out of oomph.
I got back from Walmart and the bedroom light rather preoccupied me. Then it was trying to get the bed made and I wanted to put a night light in there, but the only outlet was behind something, so I’ve had to leave a lamp on. Blackout curtains, ya know.
So now the bed is made and all of a sudden I’ve run out of steam. I called AR, but no response, as usual. And since then, I’ve been sitting because. Pain.
Favorite Daughter and The Guy got the box. It had evidently been sitting in Longmont, probably waiting to see if anyone would miss it, until someone did. The email trace was on Saturday, so if it had been anywhere else in the system, they still wouldn’t have it. Unngh.
“Why mothers get gray.” (My Mother Said)