I know what you mean. On the other hand, if I stay home, I know where the bathroom is!
Yessim. It was bad enough learning the difference between a “bathroom” here and a “water closet” in Germany, but at least in GB, I can just ask for the “loo.” And then there is jet lag...
The pills are sorted and the clothes are on the bed, waiting to be folded and put away. I’ll drink my tea, then go comb my head out and wash my face off and be ready to head for Walmart around 0540.
When I get home, I’ll see how I feel and then either pack up the fragile stuff of transfer files. Either way, something will be done towards the move.
I think I’ll have to get a couple of wardrobe boxes this time, though. I saw some on freecycle.com in St George but they won’t fit in the truck and still give me driving space.
My clothes need sorting again for donation. Maybe I’ll get that done today, as long as I’m playing with clothes. Does that count as “packing?”