Good morning. Beautiful kittens, aren’t they?
There has been no progress on the yardwork plans. I don’t know whether DP has set up anything with the contractor.
He and Tom are off to run their half-marathon. I need to take a shower, get dressed, and start working on music for Mass. We will be a capella today: Asuncion’s grandson has Covid, and the office said “to be safe” she should stay home this week, even though she’s been vaccinated.
Just had my shower and while I was combing my wet hair, I began to think about my plans for a new schedule. I need to write it down in relation to my pill schedule. And church. And laundry. And tea cycle. Unngh. My brems boggle.
Wow. A half-marathon. My biggest problem is that I have no one to exercise with. It seems like the rest of my life is hanging in the balance, waiting for this move to AR. Until then, it seems, nothing can happen.
One would think, if the Covid “masters” are correct, one should be safe in not being a carrier if one has been vaccinated.