Today a friend is coming by for a visit. I have been feeling mighty low, and knowing that whining isn’t attractive has prevented me from pissing my woes out against an uncaring world. So I am very much looking forward to having a girlfriend visit and getting caught up with the smoking hot gossip etc.
I am just dying for a cup of coffee, which is weird.
I’ll be dropping into the shop today to pick up supplies and check fridges. I will be re-running the ad again, as there is no activity currently and the shark has to keep moving.
If I keep my options open I may ask the physiotherapist to come into the shop and show me how I can go back to work if I have supporting devices, etc so I can get stuff in and out of ovens. The bottom oven working properly now is probably my best bet until I can raise both hands. I can hold up to fifteen pounds with my right hand but not lift it. Dishwashing is still hopeless, which means I have to get somebody in to do that OR install a dishwasher, bleaugh.
I also need to figure out packaging – the Uline catalogue had some individualized packing tubes that look like they would be perfect for singles and doubles of biscotti. It would only cost about three hundred bucks to get started on that.
Okay, time to find out whether Jeff wants to watch Newsroom or Ray Donovan. Love, love, love that man.
