All of me is present and accounted for, but whatever that means is yet to be determined. I’ll go take my shower in a bit, after the morphine has begun to work its magic so I can at least move somewhat easier.
I didn’t get to the library yesterday, because I still had one set of “Father Brown” to watch, and I have to watch it in small doses. One disk of that and one of “Endeavour” and presto! Bedtime.
But I got the CDs sorted and put into albums, so there is that. I finally took that load of stuff over to the clubhouse to be donated to the guy I don’t like. He always reeks of cigarettes because he visits the only woman here who still smokes. Anyway, I told Chuck it was to be given with no name and no gender. Period.
So one by one, I’m erasing the tasks on my little white board. Maybe this week, I can get to the filing. I hope. That seems to constitute the biggest mess. Receipts, document copies and in a separate file, knit and crochet patterns.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!
May your Mother’s Day be blessed in all that you do to, with and for your mothers, no matter where they are. For those with mothers who have gone Beyond this life, may you feel their presence this day.
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Good morning. I’m up. I had a cat on my chest.