When I checked my store of toilet paper, I found I was down to my last four rolls. That’s ‘way too few. I’m happiest (as far as hip ribbon is concerned) when I have at least a dozen extra. That’s something that will have to be restocked—and soon.
It’s been hotter today than it was yesterday. I really do need to find a better place for the sensor that’s at the end of the house. At 2:59 this afternoon (TT), the temperature it recorded was 104 degrees. Now, I know that can’t be right.
This morning, I’d waited until it was hotter outside than in. That was the signal to go around and close all the windows to keep the hot air out. I guess it worked because it “only” got up to 82 where I’m sitting right now. The kitchen was warmer than that. I have no way of knowing what the high was in my bathroom because that thermometer has no min/max.
It wasn’t long after all the window-closing that the doorbell rang. It was my cousin. She came in to visit for a few minutes and spied the large step stool in front of the love seat. Wanting to know what it was for, I told her I’d had to replace the light in the ceiling fan. She gave me a scolding and told me I’m not supposed to be climbing around like that. Well, if I don’t, who will??
You may recall my charge for updating Genese’s computer was that she would beat me at Wordscraper. She paid her bill today.
And then she created another board.
I won’t show the rest of it because that might tip my hand. I can tell you the scores for her word (VODKA) and my word (AMBOINA) are 681 and 20,096, respectively. I don’t think that’s quite what she had in mind when she played her word but you can never tell what will happen down the road.
This afternoon, I printed and cut out coupons. I have an abundance of coupons for almond milk. It will be a long time before I have to pay full price.
Late this evening, I got an email saying my dresses were on their way. If history repeats itself, they should be here before the end of the week. It will be nice to have a change.
The windows are open again and the fan is blowing on me. The temperature has “dropped” to a little less than 80.
I’ve been trying to create a letter to my friend in federal prison. His birthday is a week from today and I don’t want to send just a card.
Twinkle’s food is getting low but not as low as I thought. I had the idea she only had two cans left but there were three. No matter. She’d run out before the end of the week either way. I called the vet and they are holding a case of Feline y/d for me. That means yet another hole in my bank account. Woe is me!