Overslept. Too busy coughing last night to remember to set the alarm, so I woke at 6:24. World’s fastest shower (but hey, I smell good, and that’s what counts!) Lunch is packed. Skirt and stockings and dressiest clogs are packed. Driving in. Going to the temple tonight after work. Anybody want to join me at the quietest place in town? Will probably hang out in what I lovingly call the court of the women and then come home to eat, as I do not want to dip into savings, nor do I want somebody else to spring for dinner.
Great day at work yesterday: plowed through all the dictation (both lawyers), though three items are sitting as drafts in my pending folder to review before putting them in Attorney A’s sign this folder.
[I have not visited those hoarding sites, myself. I do not have the time, the energy, or the health to deal with anything they might dredge up. I’m just focusing on getting my foot well and my lungs back to full power.]
A good, productive presidency meeting last night.
Nearly done with the heel decreases on sock #2.
OK, y’all, I’m out the door. Be good, and remember who you are...
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!