I wanted to sleep more, but I was dreaming obnoxious things. One was that I’d left my purse somewhere during a trip with many children. We were waiting in line for the bathroom when I thought, “Oh freep, where’s my purse?” I think the fact that my shoulder hurts made me dream about my purse, which is very heavy.
Bill the Son went off to work. Nobody else is up except Shannon. Jake is either in bed with Pat or hasn’t come home from his night out yet.
I’ve had my shower and feel somewhat civilized, but I still don’t want to go out and start the day. If I hadn’t had to open the clubhouse, I could have had another 30 minutes’ sleep.
I carry a backpack instead of a purse, because it holds an awful lot more stuff, and when it gets too heavy, I can use it as a backpack. This particular one is denim, and I try to find them when they wear out because I can wash them. I do have purses, but use them when I dress up. Backpacks are the way to go, for sure. I think I’ve used them since I went to business school in LA, in 1991.
There is time for a breathing treatment, and then I will head out for the clubhouse, then Walgreen’s. Ungh.