I kind of over-did it today. Even on my best days, I run out of energy. But after pampering myself for the last three weeks, I ran out quicker.
Had to go get my cell phone bill paid, and then get it on auto-pay from now on (overdue amount caused me to get shut down). Then to Shalom School to dump a whole trunk-load of bagged papers in the recycle dumpster. Then to the next Leisure League host synagogue to leave a check as a reservation for February's event. Then to the post office for some stamps, so I could mail some more checks. I needed 53 two-cent stamps to go with my 39-cent stamps. I had a bunch of change in my purse, but not enough to make $1.26. So I had to break a 20.
All if this took some unaccustomed walking.
I stopped at the mailbox at home and had a bunch of stuff, among which was an envelope addressed to Mom & Gryffan. So, I walked over there to share. I came home and collapsed in my recliner.
Oh! Bad News! I woke up to mold on the south wall of my bedroom. I called welshamethyst for advice. She said wash it down with 10% bleach-water. I got part of the wall washed. Couldn't get all of the stuff off where I washed. I still have more wall to wash. And the carpet is damp. Oh, yes, and the mold crept into the closet, too.
As a result, my bed is piled high with clothes and stuff I pulled out of a cabinet that has to be pulled away from the wall. Need help there, as I can't move it. And a heavy chest (cedar chest type, but not cedar) has to be moved. I think this means I have to move my bed too.
Guess where I'll be sleeping for the next several nights. Good thing the recliner is as comfortable as it is.
Oh, and I made a boo-boo in my last entry. I said Gryffan decided they were going to Tahoe for skiing. Not Gryffan. Andrew decided. I keep calling them by the other's name. They do sound alike, except Gryffan is quiet, and on the telephone I have a hard time distinguishing whom I'm talking to. They have some speech mannerism in common. But they are nothing alike. Gryffan is a lot taller and a lot bigger, and quiet and peaceful to be around. Andrew is loud and hyper-kinetic. He's not obnoxiously loud, or obnoxiously boisterous. But his conversational volume is loud. And I love both of them dearly.
I think I gonna go to bed.
Bless
Had to go get my cell phone bill paid, and then get it on auto-pay from now on (overdue amount caused me to get shut down). Then to Shalom School to dump a whole trunk-load of bagged papers in the recycle dumpster. Then to the next Leisure League host synagogue to leave a check as a reservation for February's event. Then to the post office for some stamps, so I could mail some more checks. I needed 53 two-cent stamps to go with my 39-cent stamps. I had a bunch of change in my purse, but not enough to make $1.26. So I had to break a 20.
All if this took some unaccustomed walking.
I stopped at the mailbox at home and had a bunch of stuff, among which was an envelope addressed to Mom & Gryffan. So, I walked over there to share. I came home and collapsed in my recliner.
Oh! Bad News! I woke up to mold on the south wall of my bedroom. I called welshamethyst for advice. She said wash it down with 10% bleach-water. I got part of the wall washed. Couldn't get all of the stuff off where I washed. I still have more wall to wash. And the carpet is damp. Oh, yes, and the mold crept into the closet, too.
As a result, my bed is piled high with clothes and stuff I pulled out of a cabinet that has to be pulled away from the wall. Need help there, as I can't move it. And a heavy chest (cedar chest type, but not cedar) has to be moved. I think this means I have to move my bed too.
Guess where I'll be sleeping for the next several nights. Good thing the recliner is as comfortable as it is.
Oh, and I made a boo-boo in my last entry. I said Gryffan decided they were going to Tahoe for skiing. Not Gryffan. Andrew decided. I keep calling them by the other's name. They do sound alike, except Gryffan is quiet, and on the telephone I have a hard time distinguishing whom I'm talking to. They have some speech mannerism in common. But they are nothing alike. Gryffan is a lot taller and a lot bigger, and quiet and peaceful to be around. Andrew is loud and hyper-kinetic. He's not obnoxiously loud, or obnoxiously boisterous. But his conversational volume is loud. And I love both of them dearly.
I think I gonna go to bed.
Bless