Strange Places
My mind gets stuck in strange places. Today it’s the chant, “Hey hey, LBJ. How many kids did you kill today?” Which led me to the Vietnam memorial in Washington DC, which I’ve seen and thought that it was brilliant. And Kissinger died today. Maybe that’s what started it.
The plumbers haven’t called yet. They called at 10 and came out. They fixed the leak, and yes, it was expensive. I tried calling the trust to get them to pay for it, but no answer. The trust responded at 4:30. Bah.
I was feeling tired and shaky, so I told work that I was going to lie down for a while and crashed.
I left an open thing of Churu next to the chair that Zara hides under, and I came back later, and it was gone. Oh ho. Zara likes it. Now if I could just get her to take it from my hand. I’ll give Mimi a Churu when I do her ears.
Placed a Meijer order. I got sidewalk salt because there's ice on the sidewalk. And I placed the order for tomorrow morning so that the delivery person won't be walking on the ice on the sidewalk in the dark.
I started laundry and cleared off the chair that Zara likes to hide behind. Zara came out, and I gave her a Churu from my hand, and she ate it. I've started yawning, so I'm going to put the clothes in the dryer and go to bed and get up early.