At least they didn’t have second-hand smoke. I’ve decided David-the-New-Neighbor is exempt from all the rules. He and his girlfriend can smoke with impunity, her dog doesn’t need to be on a leash, and she can wash her filthy clothes without having to clean the lint traps on the dryers. But don’t get me started.
Give me some loud Tejano Conjunto to deal with for a change. Sooner or later, they’ll all get tired and fall asleep.
So I’m going to take myself to bed. The 24-hour Claritin-wannnabe is wearing off and I need to add more drops to my eyes. I’m going through inhalers like they were going out of style.
Tomorrow is wash day, so I’ll be up early and outta here, but since it’s not linens, I won’t be there long. I don’t know how long Chuck is going to put up with this guy, but I’m hoping it isn’t too much longer.
I hope you have a good night and get some very good sleep! (How are your blisters?)
I have to leave the house at 7:00 tomorrow, and I think I’ll be home by 4:30.
After my shower, I took the bandages off my feet, said, “Yuck!” and put new ones on. After church, I stuck a pin in each of the blisters, squeezed them out, doused them with rubbing alcohol, and replaced the bandages. I’ll check them again before bedtime and add Gold Bond powder and socks.
An early night should help with everything, and I get Wednesday and Thursday off.