Sleeping in late is not my thing. I wake by 6, most mornings, even if I don’t get up then. This morning, I woke, went back to sleep, woke again and went back to sleep AGAIN. The next time I woke, it was 8:45 TT. To preserve any shred of self-respect, I got up.
The Dress was beyond wearing without being washed so I put a small load of clothes in with it. I’d have to move more quickly than I was wont to do if I were to meet my forum/Facebook friend at 11 TT. HOWEVER, last night, she’d posted on Facebook that they were battling colds. Uh-oh! That’s something I didn’t need, for sure. After much back and forth, this morning her husband stepped in with the voice of reason and said he didn’t think it was a good idea. If they come back next year (and that’s almost a given), we can make better plans. So…I didn’t leave the house today!
That’s a good thing, for sure. I’ve been dragged out to the max all day long. I’ll be so glad when I can be active again and have enough energy to span a series of “out and about” days without being exhausted.
DD called when I should have been available but I was just getting around to eating breakfast. When I got through, I called her back and we talked for almost an hour and a half. The advanced pottery class she signed up for incorporates sculpture. She’s not sure how she feels about that turn of events but, if I know her, she’ll be good at it. I’d sent her a invitation to “like” Tennessee Tiny Homes. She thought she already had but she has now, for sure.
Housing codes are what stand in her way to pursue her dream. I found this article listing five ways to get around minimum size standards. She’s probably already seen it. I think she’s seen everything at least twice.
I don’t know how many days in a row I haven’t had the a/c on but it’s several. I’ve used the heating pad from time to time to get warm and Twinkle has tried to claim it as her own. I hooked hers up and turned it on but she’s ignored it up until now. I picked her up and put her on it. She still isn’t so sure she wouldn’t rather be on my lap. I can’t type with her between me and the keyboard, though.
The dishes had been multiplying since yesterday. I knew I was going to have to do them if they got done. I had to force myself to do them. I’ll be glad when they aren’t staring me in the face tomorrow.