Bob Dylan? Why?
Zara's been scrounging food, which is good. She needs to eat. And Mimi is on my lap.
I bought some Yoga and Core videos for 50+ women.
Mom called. They completed the antibody regime last night. However, she's still in the hospital. Her hemoglobin is low, so they're giving her a blood transfusion. She asked her doctor when she'll start feeling better, and he said by Memorial Day.
It's crazy windy out. My garbage can was still there though, but I put it behind the stairs.
Got my library books ready to go. Ran to the library and returned books and checked out new books. Went to Dollar Tree, but they were out of soda. Bother. Picked up a few things at Aldi, after trying multiple quarters on the cart. It was fussy. Got some decaf soda at Walmart because that's all they had of the store brand. Picked up my grocery order. Got the stuff in. Now I'm sitting for a moment before I put groceries away and make pizza (done).
The pizza (Margherita with a cauliflower crust) was good. But now I can't stop yawning.
I've been having strange dreams about Bob Dylan. I haven't the foggiest clue why. I read his Wikipedia page tonight. I think that I'm going to crash and NOT dream about Bob Dylan.