It does look like my plans are doing well.

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All the laundry has been handled, including a large batch that has been forgotten in the drier.  The new load has been dried.  One more load to go of washing, but not today.  I will wait to wash the second load until I wake tonight.  Both of the loads of dishes have been done once, one set needed another soaking, and another.  Bleh.  The other is done, washed, rinsed, and put away.   I will take the trash out on my way to town.

My friend called.  It seems the police did not contact him after contacting me.  We talked a bit, but will talk some more.  That is not a good way to get my attention.  Still, I'm not all huffy about it.  Actually, even when I am downright pissed, I don't get all excited.  If I have to kill you, I'm not going to waste my energy with some things, anger among them.  I'm lazy, and good... or at least good enough to still be alive.  I don't have to fuss.  Still, a few words.

I arranged my shopping list, took some measurements for a potential microwave cart, including interior and exterior measurements I need, plus measured the pipe diameter for the drain.  The coffee pot will just have to be a bit of appearances, a semi-recognizable name, and a general sense about the unit.  Not much for groceries, though I want to remember ice.  I hate making ice.  I never can keep up on that.  Even in the winter, I like my water and mixes cold.  Not cool, not... cold... ice cold.

I told my friend I would call him after doing all but the grocery shopping.  Beyond shopping, I need to stop at my bank, and the DMV.  Hmm, better check something with the DMV.  See that I have everything they need.  Oh, not today, but soon, I hope to apply for a passport.  It's a little thing, not terribly useful in Utah as a daily thing, but it does have it's uses.  After most of that, a meal, and a chat.  Then groceries and home.  Not bad, really.  Wasn't sure I would make it and yet here I am, on my way.  Later.