I can’t do much packing if I this place is too hot. And no one will want to come and help me. So I’ll text her every few hours. She’ll get tired of me and do something rational.
FS actually said if she didn’t do something soon to let him know and he would call her. Three weeks before I move...
So now that my morning has been shot with phone calls and online reservations, I’ll wait until tomorrow to try to finish up in the kitchen. There isn’t much to do, but I’ll do what I can.
I just retook the BSA “Safe Swimming” course, because that looks good in my file. Now I’m thinking about nap time.