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FM bike was in the shop getting much of her drivetrain replaced while it was perfect riding weather this morning. I felt cheated. But I wore Action Goth today in anticipation of speedwalking to the shop before closing time and riding her home with smooth shifting.
I have circumflatulation to do, but all I really want to do right now is sleep, and I got a decent night's sleep last night. Considering how bonkers this week is going to be — serious stuff with the Wendling, Lambert House, the online service equivalent of a cattle drive — I should probably listen to my body.
And with the arrival of some underwear just now I realize that I have absolutely nothing coming to me right now by way of delivery, probably for the first time in months. I seem to have lost the urge to engage inretail therapy revenge shopping. Maybe the election has something to do with it. Maybe I've had the sense not to open any emails lately from Fluevog, Gallery Serpentine, or Dark Garden. It's true that my nice sandals are pretty trashed, but it's not as if I'll be needing them anytime soon. And even though I often wish I had just the right earrings or necklace, I seem to be unable to buy jewelry for myself as anything other than an impulse purchase. And nobody in their right mind is putting themselves in a position to just happen to see something they want to buy, with the possible exception of groceries.
Oh! Mom is supposed to get her first dose of vaccine on Wednesday. And not a minute too soon! I wish she were persuadable about physical therapy; Good Sister says her balance is so bad that she hangs onto walls. I don't want her to dodge COVID-19 only to fall to her death alone in that big house.
I have circumflatulation to do, but all I really want to do right now is sleep, and I got a decent night's sleep last night. Considering how bonkers this week is going to be — serious stuff with the Wendling, Lambert House, the online service equivalent of a cattle drive — I should probably listen to my body.
And with the arrival of some underwear just now I realize that I have absolutely nothing coming to me right now by way of delivery, probably for the first time in months. I seem to have lost the urge to engage in
Oh! Mom is supposed to get her first dose of vaccine on Wednesday. And not a minute too soon! I wish she were persuadable about physical therapy; Good Sister says her balance is so bad that she hangs onto walls. I don't want her to dodge COVID-19 only to fall to her death alone in that big house.
