Hello?

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Someone is ringing the doorbell.  No?  No.  But my doorbell has been rung.

All dishes, the ones in the tub, were at least washed.  The smaller lot was also dried, some of it put up.  Then a shower, and the big load was put back to a rinse.  Then to the post office.  I returned home, but decided to go on to town rather than messing about.

A shorter cut, first thing.  I forgot a hat, and the hair looked bad.  I just let her do the cutting.  Better, though my hair may not be right for flattops.  Will give it a chance, a few more cuts.  It is vastly cooler.  I get almost as hard of looks with a flattop as I did as a long hair.  The difference is, wearing a flattop?  A fuck I could give.

Then to Wallies.  Enough rods and smaller bars for the rest of the curtains and sheers.  I am not sure I have enough sheers to go around, but this is a start.  Cat food, cat litter, a few muscle shirts, a few summer hats.  Enough for the summer, and a few months of pet care.

A bit of cash on the way through town.  My grocery store is closed.  Came as a shock.  That store has gone through many names, four, five, hands since I moved here ten to twelve years ago.  Surprised to see it go.  Oddly sad.  I knew the workers.  I was too tired and shocked to go anywhere else.  Home.

Everything is in.  But I feel like a bug that just found a windshield, at 60.  I wasn't going sixty, at first.  That heat is brutal.  Had to, for the haircut.  May try shopping later from now on.  Not a bad day.  A nap?  Work later?  If I can cool enough to nap.  Or I am done for the day.  It is the last day for fasting.  Blood sugar is 121 at 13:30.  Later.