I don’t feel rested.
The brake pads are supposed to be delivered today. They were in Phoenix last night, and I forgot to check with Zeke to see if he could give me a ride home from the Muffler Shop. I suspect he won’t be able to as his friend is ailing. (The one that gave him the Lexus.)
That means I will have to go with Plan B and that’s not even fun to contemplate.
Good morning. I don’t feel rested, either. Several things hurt, although none acutely. Getting old, as OldTax-lady says, is not for the weak!
Walmart.com says our Unacceptable Receptacle will arrive Saturday.