Cleaning shit off the cat. Other jangly annoyances. Then Sue appeared out of nowhere and performed marvellousy in assisting in logistics for returning the rental car. Honestly, it was like she dropped out of the sky. All she was doing was returning the cloak I loaned her (came back as I lent it, I’ll add.)
I got some lovely foodstuffs at the Costco and there was a beef stew in the crockpot as of 5:30 this am so there should be food in about an hour. It really hurts my hands to peel vegetables. I am feeling a bit weird about that. Dishes are washed and put away, the laundry is on, life proceeds.
Mike called the other night. He has a rather bleak three weeks in front of him, travelling on business. I don’t know how good a job I did of cheering him up, describing Alex’ tremendous gas (I am not exaggerating by much to say that he rattled the windows in the fOlks’ sunroom) and otherwise burbling; he described Rhonda’s memorial service in such a fashion that I had many reasons to have wanted to go and one really big showstopper reason not to. Apparently Konrad was there too; I haven’t seen him since that MEGA AWESOME EPIC miniature camping trip some 7 or 8 years ago.
I should go move the laundry; the wretched clothes don’t wash themselves. Although if I take the long view, someday they will.
