My Stomach Is a Cat
Got up a lot earlier than usual. That's a good start.
I installed the Rover app on my phone in case I need to contact my pet sitter if I go to Chicago.
The sole on one of my boots is flapping. I'll try to glue it, but I think that they're done. I've been wearing ugly brown moccasins for the nonce.
Just realized that I need to install Audible and download some audiobooks for the drive on Monday. Done.
My face feels kind of warm. Usually, that means that I'm dehydrated, so I drank some water, but I tracked down my thermometer. I'm so paranoid now. Anything that's even remotely like COVID has me stressed. Well, I guess that I'll find out for certain at the COVID test tomorrow.
I'm practicing in my mind for my phone call with my uncle. Called, but no answer. Maybe he's asleep.
I'm trying to decide whether to get another cheaper pair of boots. But the more expensive boots that I like are waterproof. I bought the more expensive boots even though I haven't gotten the refund from the ones that don't fit because I really freaking need new boots ASAP.
Got through to my uncle this time and had a brief chat. He sounds good. I called my mom and said that he might be pretending to be out of it when my aunt calls because he was clear as a bell with me. He even remembered that I have a new job.
Ran out and dumped some boxes back at storage. Shopped until I dropped at Dollar Tree. I got a box, gift bag, and tissue paper for my mom's present and soda. Mom said, though, that we should wait until she gets back home to mail Christmas presents.
Got hungry as soon as I got home. The cats think that I'm going to feed them if I leave and come back. Apparently, my stomach is a cat.
Hmm. I'm feeling sleepy. I'm actually wondering if I should go to bed for the night, yes, at 7PM, and get up early. Hmm, what about feeding the cats though? I suppose that I could feed them after I post this entry. Need to take out the garbage (done).
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