The weekend starts on Thursday this week. I got the weekend stock up done last night. So I’ll be hanging loose for four days. I’ll be eating waffles, free waffles. (Butter and syrup extra.) I must eat waffles to avoid waste. Waffle, waffle, waffle.
There are no major chores in the near future, except perhaps a bank run. And that is more like early next week. I might start in on sanding the truck. It would be a while before I start painting it, when the weather dries out. There are far more days of rain in the forecast than dry ones for the rest of the month.
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The gold plates arrived. They’re a little more gaudy than I expected, the texture deeper than expected, but at least they were free. They’re put away, unwashed. I didn’t want to deal with the whole stack of ten today, I’ll wash as needed for the table before use. They’re technically highlighting plate holders, not actual plates. Food will not be eaten from them, at most they’ll catch food that drops off a fork, knife, tortilla, bread, or chip.
BP is lower today, but with the drop came a different issue, a different form of fatigue. I slept rather heavily at times out of a lightheaded need. Growing old is not for sissies. I brought in the recycling bin (on its side in the street, the driver is…). I unpacked the plates. That’s about it. The rest has been lumping.
Mid 80s, sunny, hazy, light breeze. Mid May, summer is here whether it acts lie it or not. Still a touch of spring in the air, but it’s summer by pattern. I’m expecting a wet May. We’ve had a definite start. Lake Somerville has risen three feet this month. It only has one foot to go to reach plane.
Myka is also being lumpy. She finds her comfort zone and chills.
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The toyo straw fedora is in North Houston, delivery due tomorrow.
I just had egg, gravy, and spud. Pat my tummy. Take a nap.