Mike appeared looking like he could use a break from plumbing issues. How many weeks has it been since the drainage went verklemt in the old place?
I need to do laundry, like instantly. Fortunately Mike, who decided to crash on the sofa last night after slaughtering the last beer, is up so I can start. He and Paul got on the phone and I must say the part of the phone call I overheard was most entertaining as it had to do with making beer. Otherwise my conversation with Paul went quite well, and we continue to mosey through the last ten percent of the separation agreement with high levels of communication and trust. Although not a lot of speed – I’ve been overly engaged in my social life and not sticking to my best interests.
Note to self- make sure people are parked downstairs in the secured lot on weekends.
I sent flowers to Catherine’s mum, who is about five weeks post op, and I send her a special hug. I will share why this is the case off line with my earflapping posse. Tact came late to Allegra, but it’s still a welcome thing. The flower people called me to tell me that the flowers would be not exactly as shown and a day late, but I told them I authorized them to do what was necessary and they are supposed to show up today.
I gotta get daughter Katie’s (and my) passport apps in. And now I gotta run, period, because I’ve got two hours to get some food and get into New West for my haircut….