Ruh-rho?

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Sort of.  It looks like the post office is open.  It must just have been delivery that was ended?  Don't look at me like that.  I try to ignore things that, as a general rule, don't involve me.  Of course, that means a shower, getting dressed, and getting there.  I also have to find the addresses and transfer those to the items.  All before... well... I only have a short time.  While I am in town I will visit a couple of shops, looking for moisturizer.  I am pretty sure of one place.  Udder cream would probably be at one of the farm supply stores.

All aches and pains have dissipated.  It wouldn't matter, I'd still push to get to town.  Still, sometimes, it's a little easier to get to things without feeling twisted, bent, and rusted.  Another cup of coffee.  While I'm doing that I'll fetch clean clothes and set them in the bathroom.  I might even trim the whiskers a bit.  Yeah, I think I can do all that.  When I finish, I will call my friend.  It's raining, so getting out isn't on the schedule.  Still, I asked if he liked checkers.  Checkers and chess, he suggested.  If he wants a visitor, I may have to find a double game and take that over.  Nothing fancy, just something to pass a bit of time. 

I suppose I ought to get going.  The coffee won't drink itself, the clothes won't volunteer their placement, and nothing else will get done without a little leg action.  Later.