My day will consist of schlepping. Also writing another note to Chuck about smokers to the left of me. And idiots to the right.
I also have a letter to write and sheets to change. I’m trying very hard to rearrange my schedule so I don’t wear myself out on Monday and Tuesday to the point that I’m useless the rest of the week.
I might go to the library with a driving-brother. I have some books out that are wait-listed, so I’d like to get them turned in promptly.