Jake was out, which is always something. And I got up, which is also good. And I’m dressed, and I’ve taken the trash out, and the newspaper came.
I’m back. Dressed. Face combed. Hair on. Clothes either in the closet or on the bed waiting to be folded and put away.
Now I’m going to go over and get the bill was was supposed to be in Friday’s mail. Not that I want it, but it’s for insurance, so I need it!