Good morning. Sorry about the migraine! I hope you can accomplish what you want during the day. We are starting off with people who didn’t get up on time, again.
“I had a dream,” says James. “Was it a dream in which someone turned on the light and called, ‘Good morning! Rise and shine!’?”
I’ll just have to try and ignore the headache, which is sometimes possible and sometimes not. Stress and lack of sleep most likely. But when I feel me nodding off, or my eyelids try to slam shut, I get up and do Stuff.
I’m already planning what to pack for the trip. Since the wheels fell off of the suitcase when I got back from CO, I donated it and got another one. This one is hard-sided, and has the casters that allow it to be moved in any direction. It’s smaller but more stable, but adjustments will have to be made in the amount of clothing I take. I seems the toiletries take up the most room, these days!
Depending on how much I get done in the next week or two, I’m pretty sure I’ll be calling on some gals to come and help me pack. I look back and can’t imagine how I ever got to be this way, when I was such a whiz at packing when the kids were home. Ol’ Lady Crikety-back and illness, I guess! ;o])
Rocky emailed me last night JUST as I was drifting off to a deep sleep and told me that her neighbor in the next building, the one with the nasty little dog, has Covid, and that Brain, who cleans the clubhouse is very sick.
She cautioned me to be “very careful,” so I thanked her and reminded her that I don’t socialize much, and that she should also take care. She does far more interacting with people than I do.
It IS flu season...