Just had my shower and while I was combing my wet hair, I began to think about my plans for a new schedule. I need to write it down in relation to my pill schedule. And church. And laundry. And tea cycle. Unngh. My brems boggle.
Wow. A half-marathon. My biggest problem is that I have no one to exercise with. It seems like the rest of my life is hanging in the balance, waiting for this move to AR. Until then, it seems, nothing can happen.
One would think, if the Covid “masters” are correct, one should be safe in not being a carrier if one has been vaccinated.
The “experts” keep saying different things. If I had it to do over again, I would have made a Command Decision that Asuncion was fine, but I felt at the time she called me - Friday morning at the campsite - that I ought to ask the church office to decide.