Storing road items in the laundry room seems weird.
Not bad, thanks. I might have slept a little longer, but Jake patted at the bedroom door.
I hope you have a good rest!
Be sure ‘n’ give your four-footed ones some extra attention; my eldest daughter’s big, black tabby, Hawkeye, had to be put down last night. He wasn’t quite 8 years old. Big guy had undiagnosed congestive heart disease, and a clot migrated to the aortic branch at his pelvis and painfully cut off blood supply to his legs and tail.
No cure.
Hawk was the “teddy bear” among the cats in the family, my daughter’s far-and-away favorite, and the one cat who was best buds with the thrice-jilted shelter cat, Sam, we adopted five years ago. I expect Sam’s going to be unsettled for weeks trying to adjust to the absence of his bestie.
Since we have no maintenance man handy with a key to the storage shed, and no manager on site (even when she is) there is no place for deliveries for replacement parts or anything else. So among the items stacked up are blinds of two sizes and floor tiles, as well as the speed bumps.
I’m REALLY glad I had the hot spot installed on this phone because it looks like I’ll be without a connection for a while. I called about it and they did a re-boot but it didn’t last, so I have to call again. I’ll probably have to go get a new router, and I’m sure they’ll charge me big time for it.
The nap may have been better unhad. Maybe I only felt worse because I got so hungry. The hypoglycemia kicked in. As soon as I have Second Breakfast, I’ll call the WiFi company back, because I’m afraid to watch TV on this laptop.