I have to go to Charlotte today to the Boy Scout store. Pat and Vlad need new pants: they have grown taller. I thought maybe Vlad could wear Pat’s old pants, but they’re already too short for him.
First, however, I will go to Weight Watchers.
After stumbling and staggering my way to the clubhouse, I’ve decided this is not a good day to drive. So I will stay home and do quiet, slow things.
Two more packets go in the mail today, and I will hand deliver the last one tomorrow morning. I’m hoping it will shake things up enough that Berta is evicted (as she should have been two years ago) and that the Klingon is rendered powerless.
These people deserve better from authority figures than what they are getting. Me? I can pretty much take care of myself, but there are a lot of folks here who are too old, frail and sick to take care of themselves in any way.
And that’s where I come in.
I’ve been very cold, lately, so just a while ago, I turned the oven on. And right now, there are cookies basking in the warmth as we speak.
And maybe I can warm up, as well. I won’t eat many of them, but I will share. These are the Ghirardelli chocolate chips as opposed to the betty Crocker ones. These have a better texture.
What I really want is to go to bed and stay there. But I will walk out to drop off the packets, then sit with the peeps for a while, but won’t stay out long. I’m too tired.