Unngh.
The best laid plans...
It seems I no sooner got into bed and began to relax and do quiet things, like read, and the text messages began to come in and people were at my door. Everybody. They spread it out far enough that each time I thought it was safe to try and relax again, another text would come in from someone else, or someone would knock or ring the bell. Is this Monday?
Tomorrow is Walmart day, and I have to get my morphine, then go get quarters for laundry. I didn’t realize I was so low on quarters until I put the money in all three machines. I need to get used to it because I’ll be washing that extra load until I move, trying to do the rugs and the bedding.
UPS came by and brought me a box from Zulily and I couldn’t think what I had ordered, or alternatively who had sent something to me. I opened it, looked at the contents, then put my glasses on and read the label. It was for Rocky.
Perfect Wife wants me to help her find a way to plant vegetables when I get there. It will cost her. I want to plant a quaking aspen and name it Smedley. Or Smedley Diane, just to cover the bases.
FedEx says the boxes from U-Haul are en route.
Walgreens reminded my I have a prescription.
Not Adam brought me a small book on the Constitution.
Could I please borrow Jake for the night? I need a warm hug from a furry hugger.
Unnngh. I hope it got better after all that. Turn your phone off?
Perfect wife should use Google to fine her local garden club, then email them!