Just as I sat down, Sussette, who used to be my PCA, called and asked me to go to lunch with her, so we went to the little Chinese restaurant just down the street. And I caught her up on all the news that’s fit to print, as well as that which is so ugly and caused such deep pain for quite some time. I’d tell you what she thought about it all, but I don’t speak Tagalog...
So I’m back in and kinda sad, now, and wish I hadn’t told her anything.
I finally got the clothes folded, and will try to hang in there for another hour or two before heading for bed. It’s hard to tell anyone how awful I feel when I can’t take my meds as usual. :o|
I’m glad you had a visit, at least.
I’m handing out food items to whichever children are about, as well as cooking chicken to make chicken salad. Tomorrow.