Jeez.
I feel better after the physical therapist, not as clobbered as on Monday. I plan to spend the next few days not doing dumb stuff! And maybe I’ll get a nap later.
DP was dreaming about Sally. I assume it was a disaster, because Sally.
I’ve been looking out the window periodically and keep seeing all these bodies scurrying to the dumpster with one bag or more of trash, some large, others small. Several have made more than one triip! They’ve known for a month that the inspection is for today, but it seems they’re just now taking care of business.
I did most of mine over the last week, making sure I just had to toss out the last-minute stuff and straighten things up. But I want my place to look neat, which is why this tiny place bothers me so much. There are no closets to store things.
Hopefully, they’ll miss me this time.
I’m glad you feel better than you did on Monday. Some days are just not fun.
Yes. I remember. Sally.
Naps are always good, if they’re good naps!