It’s pouring here, so all is now about as clear as the bottom of a swimming pool.
I’m going to have a cup of tea and then go get Elen at school. Even if Tom could drive the van, I wouldn’t let him do it in a thunderstorm. I can’t live without my van!
Wouldn’t you know? Now I can’t find the portal for Dept of Agriculture remote housing. What I did find was that the place in St George seems to be the only game in town for that city. I really don’t want to go farther north because that means “snow.” I really don’t want any part of that, as I have a tendency to fall in the stuff.
My neck is really bothering me, and I’m close to throwing in the towel for the day. Not quite yet, though.
The weather is chilly (to me) and is trying to clabber up and get ugly, and I’m trying to stay warm. All this means is just a little longer I don’t have to turn on the A/C. And that means I don’t have to smell Patrick’s cigarette smoke.
What I’m going to do right now is go in and turn on the mattress pad. I’ll give it a chance to warm up the bed and then I’ll go crawl in bed to ease the pain in my neck. I have a “neckbone” pillow that I bought when I was working and I will hate when I have to give it up! It washes up very nicely, and retains its shape and resiliency. I’ve never seen another like it since then.