Also “coyote,” “skunk,” and “raccoon.” Some species know how to live off us really well.
Time for a driving adventure, speaking of trials our distant ancestors didn’t have. I wouldn’t trade my flush toilet for the avoidance of teen drivers, but our ancestors didn’t realize they were missing the toilet ...
Well, crikey.
I finished up The Filing, which means the last of the gathered up stuff, some of which went into a book box marked “Misc.,” and decided if I were going to get to work on the kitchen, I’d better take the next dose of morphine, and make sure the extra half-pill is included.
So I did. I thought. I remember the cup with just a little water, and I remember the snack, but what I DON’T remember is if I actually took the bottle down and took two pills out of it.
So I’ll wait about 30 minutes, and then get up and get to work in the kitchen. It will take me about 30 minutes of being on my feet and bending over to pack a box before I realize whether I actually took the pills or not.
And don’t worry, folks. This short-term memory thing is common with CFIDS, so I’m good. One thing is for sure — I won’t take another dose until the last one in due at bedtime.