I’m hoping that’s far enough away from me that I don’t interfere in their attempts to learn maneuvering.
I couldn’t figure out why my day has been so really strange and messed up, and then I realized it’s because of the prescription allergy pill I took this morning. I think if I had taken the generic one I would have been OK. But this thing was Godzilla. Unngh!
Not doing anything that requires fast reflexes the rest of the day.
There is a small package awaiting transport out of here and heading towards your place. She was occupied with someone worse off then me or I would have asked when it would arrive. I’m thinking Saturday at the latest.
(Even my thinking/writing connection is compromised...)
It will arrive when it does. Transport is mysterious!
Pat has driven Kathleen to Chick-fil-A to buy some lunch with a card she was given. He needed a reminder of what happened to the last young man who thought his computer game was a higher priority than being a family transportation asset.