I’m sure kitteh would be most pleased to claim the crossword puzzle in the paper! If I could afford the WSJ...
Well, I think I’ve solved the sleeping problem but I’ll let you know tomorrow. Last night’s good sleep may have been just fatigue from so many nights of insomnia. I removed the morphine from the last dose of pills for the day. It’s notorious for keeping me awake if I take too much, and it was only in the last five months that I’ve been able to take it at night. So maybe I’m not, again. We’ll see.
I have to go to Walmart too, but they don’t open until 0700. I need to get water and some shampoo. I had to use up my water stash because it was blocking the back door and the water heater closet, so now I’m down to the small cases (24) instead of the massively heavy and awkward 40+ cases. It’s OK if one has room to store them, but I don’t. So I’ll get some cases of 24 today, since I just opened the last of the big ones.
So. Drama Queen finds nothing interesting in a place that doesn’t miss her? I suspect she may make her visits fewer and farther between until she wants something. Poor thing.
I said Hi and all that, and I told the story of the washer. I said Kathleen could not go to her house or other destinations ... with no explanation. I agreed that our cats are better than the cats at her place of residence.
And that, as they say, is that.
I need to plan music for Sunday, and then it will be off to Walmart. I’ll send a snap of the laundry room when it’s a little lighter upstairs.