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To town. I had packages to return, grocery shopping, and the phone to pay. I... forgot my phone, which was required for returning packages. Still, I was able to pay up the phone. I... was too tired to do grocery shopping, and the place is wall to wall busy. I decided to skip that, perhaps tomorrow, or Monday.
Still, it was good to get out. A short drive. I kept a relaxed state, just going with the flow. No anger or need to get home. So, a pleasant drive. Being cool out helps.
Returning home, there isn't much to do. The girls were fed. They were quite hungry, in spite of being fed this morning, having all the dry they can stomach, and... I guess no treats yet today? I'll get them a few treats, and probably feed them when I put the ducks away.
I thought to call my mother. My phone was off yesterday, maybe the day before? In any case, I doubted she would notice. But she had called. Figured the problem. She is eating, we will talk after she finishes. If she remembers. :p Mothers! As bad as sons, sometimes. Still, a fix-it ticket has been started. Oh, and yes... I... literally stick my tongue out, sometimes. Often when dealing with women, though not absolutely exclusively.
A very good day. I still think I'll get the dishes done, mouse trap set up and the others checked, a bag or two of trash out, plus some boxes broken down and some more of the upstairs arranged. A superior week. And more, really. I think it has been almost a week and an half of daily, lighter or heavier, work.
Tomorrow? Dishes put up, if they haven't been. A couple of foods prepared. Maybe to the grocery store? Most likely a heavier hit in the bathroom, plus a bit in the kitchen. More boxes broken down. Work upstairs. And, maybe, some fun time... or in theory... crafts. Working on a leather thimble or three, and trying my hand at a monkey's fist or two.
Assuming I can. If I am too tired, I won't push tomorrow. Nor will I push Sunday. I will do little things, as I may. Confession would be good. Hmm... I... will do what I can. I may have pushed too hard, may not have much tomorrow. Or, maybe, little things. More? I just can't say. Later.
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