I’ve wandered a lot today. Our mail had no interesting catalogs.
My mail had interesting catalogs, but as usual, I can afford nothing. Oddly enough, what is displayed is not worth the money I could spend. I told Charlie that most days, I couldn’t even afford to smell the pages.
The migraine that attacked me yesterday, just about the time I was turning in for the night, is trying once again to get a foothold. I hate when that happens.
So I’m going to bed. Tomorrow will be a Saturday. Lucky me.