It Isn't the Heat; It's the Humidity
Overslept because my obnoxious alarm clock stopped. I need to find or buy a new battery for it. Threw some clothes on and logged on.
The books that I ordered have shipped. That was fast, given that they're all used books.
Mower guy came. Oh good.
Found a new project at work to sink my teeth into. Good. I hate being bored.
Just remembered to check on Zara. It always concerns me when she doesn't check out my lunch, but she seems okay. Right now, she's telling me that she wants food.
Dad said that the California fire has crossed over into Nevada, but "they're okay and assume that they're okay".
So humid that you could wring out the air. I ran out to do some grocery shopping, pick up meds, and the like. I got less than I had planned at Aldi because they were taking cash only. Bah. And Walgreens filled an old prescription of mine along with current ones. Maybe I selected it. I don't know. Now I'm chilling, both literally and figuratively. Except that Mimi is warming my lap.
I think that I'll work on the area near the washer and dryer. I have stuff piled up to put away. I also need to practice piano and voice. And I'm tired.
Hmm. This weekend, I want to change the broken string on the guitar that I don't want and list it for sale. I think that I'll only list it on Facebook Marketplace though because we don't have a UPS store in Lincoln to ship it at. If it doesn't sell, I'll list it on Mercari and eBay once I start working in Champaign.
x-posted from Dreamwidth