An emergency alert woke me up last night and it was two hours before I could get back to sleep.
I realized I missed James and Abbie’s anniversary, and tried to apologize in a text message, but he said that since it was so long since he thanked me for the housewarming gift, we were “even.” No, I’ll take them to dinner when I get there. How embarrassing.
Mari called late in the afternoon to say that Carol had had a TIA while she was driving, so she isn’t allowed to drive any more. I know those TIAs. I’ve had four, one while I was driving to work. I don’t wish them on anyone.
It was Mari’s call that made me realize the reason for James’ text: His dad went over to work on their dishwasher (licensed contractor, “new home insurance” thing) and I guess he gave James an earful about being nice to his ol’ G-Ma!
Anyway, here I am. Smelling good and sweating after my shower. Unngh.
I’m still in my pajamas, but I’ll get dressed before I go to Walmart, unlike some customers.
It occurred to me that if I have a week of meal plans and the ingredients for them, I’ll be less stressed when someone wanders through the house, “just thinking out loud” that they wonder what is being served for supper.