I'm having a hard time writing lately.
Yesterday was pretty quiet, we went to Walmart, got a few things. I forgot to get a reloadable debit card.
I want to buy the Fitday app for my phone, but I don't want to give Google my debit card. If someone steals my phone they would get the card number. I would rather have a $25 prepaid debit card and use that. But I didn't have time to get it.
Ron had a good nap with Baby Girl, and I got you a photo.
I also did some laundry and got a nap. I didn't do my God time. I think I'm getting depressed again.
That's never any fun. I did take everything as directed the last long while. No headaches, I have been avoiding nuts and chocolate.
It's sad, one of our suppliers gave us a lovely chocolate Christmas basket, and all I saw was a giant migraine. We gave it to someone else, who could eat it.
Glad I did that. It just wasn't worth the migraine.
So, no headaches lately, yay! I try to look out for the small victories.
I'm still spotting from a period that started last Monday. Not this Monday, last. The joys of menopause.
So here I go, uninspired and exhausted.
Still went to work today, but I spent a lot of time in bed cuddling with Biscuit before I got up. He's a real charmer, very rumbly and cute. Once I got up and brushed my teeth, he started begging. I got him a case of Fancy Feast Seafood pate yesterday so I got him a can of that. He was delighted. He's a very easy to please cat.
I already did the litter box so I don't have to worry about that.
I do need to check their water. Someone (not sure who) drinks a lot. One of my Facebook friends actually locks her cat up in a room when she's sick, weighs her food and water intake. I bet the vet loves her. I am not as good a parent "Well, he didn't want his tuna this morning".
I went to work. Sales were incrementally better but not much. I decided I need to help Ron more at work. His back is a wreck, that's proven. I read the report. He doesn't have one good disk in his lower back. They are all blown out, wrecked, whatever you want to call it. That's not looking at the severe arthritis in his back, either.
So I did my work, it didn't take long. Then I went to helping Ron lift heavy cases of drinks. I was OK. My shoulder is still a little raw but workable. Ron was happy for the help, but thought it was un-necessary. I told him I read his X-ray report and I disagreed.
There's very little he can do at work, however I was careful to "let" him do what he could. He can stock canned sodas, so I didn't bother him with that. He can stock the bottled sodas if they're on a cart, so I did that. We had plenty of time.
He finished up. I took the money out of the vending machines and counted it, privately, in the stockroom. We had enough to pay me, at least.
After work, we went to the bank. Even the teller noted we didn't have as much as usual. She is a good teller and I was happy to get her. She got the total correct and we went on our way.
We called Alex the cab driver and went through the Wendy's drive-through for lunch, then home. I tried to take a nap.
Ron had heard a story of a little 3-year old who was playing with the knobs on a gas stove, caught the apartment on fire. That family got out but other people died. Imagine being a 3 year old murderer.
Anyway, Ron kept making phone calls telling people to take the knobs off their gas stoves. That's what we did. Ron kept bumping the knob and turning it on, and almost burned down the house at least twice, before I took the knobs off. We put them in a drawer, it's very easy to take one out and put it on the stove.
Anyway Ron's "Trying to save lives" by telling everyone to take the knobs off the gas stove. I don't think most people care. The good parents who would do it, have done it already.
The bad parents, it won't make any difference.
I told Ron to shut up, already, and let me sleep. He finally did, but resumed his phone calls the minute I got up. I don't need to do anything tonight, but I need to wrap the outside faucets, wash my sheets, put my heated mattress pad on the bed, and then the "new" sheets.
That's it for now. I'll let you know how our "big" inventory day goes tomorrow.
1 comment:
Much love your way and Happy New Year Dear Heather thanks so much for sharing your life with us
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