Day Out
On Wednesday I made arrangements to go to the bank and get my bathroom light replaced, but somehow I'd lost track of a day and thought it was then Thursday and I was arranging to go out on Friday, so I ended up going on Thursday instead, which doesn't make any significant difference, and might actually have been an advantage because the bank was totally devoid of other patrons so I got served right away.
The hardware store we went to to get the bulbs for the light fixture was nearly empty, so that went fast too. I'd hoped to stop at another nearby store as well, but after the hardware store I was totally exhausted and couldn't do any more. It turns out I have even less energy than I'd thought I had. I am now astonished that I can still even get around this apartment. It's over 500 square feet!
Anyway, the light is now fixed (or as fixed as the cheap piece of crap fixture the dumbass flippers installed six years ago can get) and I am able to see how badly I shaved last time. It's a good thing I didn't have more places to go, because I looked like a decrepit homeless guy. But then since I've never really felt at home in the mini-metropolis, that's pretty close to what I actually am.
And today I'm all achy, probably from the several minutes of walking about in the store and the parking lot, and struggling with those seatbelts that are so awkward to reach when you get old and less flexible, plus some ill-advised tidying I did around the apartment. I just can't do that crap anymore. I think I need a nap. Though it probably won't do much good. Sleeping seven hours last night didn't. then I'll be up at midnight fixing dinner. Wednesday dinner, at that. Old brains, it turns out, are slow and stupid. Who knew?
The hardware store we went to to get the bulbs for the light fixture was nearly empty, so that went fast too. I'd hoped to stop at another nearby store as well, but after the hardware store I was totally exhausted and couldn't do any more. It turns out I have even less energy than I'd thought I had. I am now astonished that I can still even get around this apartment. It's over 500 square feet!
Anyway, the light is now fixed (or as fixed as the cheap piece of crap fixture the dumbass flippers installed six years ago can get) and I am able to see how badly I shaved last time. It's a good thing I didn't have more places to go, because I looked like a decrepit homeless guy. But then since I've never really felt at home in the mini-metropolis, that's pretty close to what I actually am.
And today I'm all achy, probably from the several minutes of walking about in the store and the parking lot, and struggling with those seatbelts that are so awkward to reach when you get old and less flexible, plus some ill-advised tidying I did around the apartment. I just can't do that crap anymore. I think I need a nap. Though it probably won't do much good. Sleeping seven hours last night didn't. then I'll be up at midnight fixing dinner. Wednesday dinner, at that. Old brains, it turns out, are slow and stupid. Who knew?