The five orders with nine items is now a single delivery from Liverpool, NY. Total, $148. And it’s on its way. It departed yesterday at 9:52 pm EDT.
It’s 3 am, and I haven’t slept yet this evening. I finished off the gravy, and instead of sleeping, I sat around. I folded laundry. I should get to bed.
BP is 121/75, where it’s supposed to be. I can thank being lazy and unworried.
Myka has resumed occupancy of her scratch pad by the office door, hanging there for the cool air seeping from under the door with no doors between her and the rest of her life, now that the window is closed.
I can use the backscratcher without competition, type without disruption, nap without being woken… Feline privacy… *sigh*
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Myka is parked on her scratch pad outside the office door, comfy, no desire to come in the office. She stays cool, has connection to the rest of life, and keeps tabs on my comings and goings. It seems to suit her.
I have determined that with the office door shut, the long table needs summerizing. Winter stuff needs to be shifted to the bottom, moved elsewhere, or hung up. It’s not a necessity, but it would improve aesthetics, declutter, and ease use. It wouldn’t take long. But there are couple of chores that should be done first, like washing a few dishes, filling the ice bin, and thawing a section of pork loin.
We’ve had a few drops of rain, not quite leopard spots on the rain board. Radar doesn’t look like there will be more.
I should fix something for lunch, something without potatoes. Maybe peanut butter and honey. I have been thinking about thawing a package of stadium brats, then following that with the TLT cornbread dressing.
The shipment departed Baltimore late this morning.