I’m cooking some fish that I got out of the freezer the other day. Once it’s cooked, I’m sure it will be eaten. I feel like I should do something else useful, though.
I just got off the phone with AR. I’m still at #2, but if “she” doesn’t want it, then I move to #1. They’re still working on repairs/upgrades for the apartment, so the gal may get tired of waiting. (Hurry up and wait.)
Hopefully, with the increased morphine, I can keep the pain far enough at bay to where I can pack for longer than 30 minutes.
Now, I’m worn out again.