The morphine will have to work its magic before I can even think about tackling the door.
FS said he would come and get the last of the donation stuff (I don’t think it’s the last of it, but we’ll see!) He didn’t say when, but if the don’t go to Memphis, it may be today.
And outside of painting the door, I’m doing nothing. The symptoms are too intense.
I’m sorry you’re not feeling well! I hope he gets the things.
I’m sorry to hear that. :(
Sending up a prayer.