too late thursday night, oh no it can't be it's too gruesome
I've got about six and a half days that I've got to not spend any money, with the possible exception of eight or ten dollars (which will be maxing out my credit, not actual money) at the Thriftway, because I will need to buy a gallon of water for eighty-nine cents, for things like tea and oatmeal, and I will run out of fizzy water, and may need another bag of cat food before then. Before Friday the Thirteenth, when I get paid.
There are those right now in my life who would read this and mistakenly think I am complaining. I am descriptive.
For now, I'm good on groceries, and I've even got a lunch packed and waiting in the fridge to take to work tomorrow.
I am loving my little air-conditioned room and my balcony overlooking the quiet street, a bidirectional two-lane in a small town, stoplights every few blocks. The garden-scented air is balmy. The branches of the tree that shields the balcony wave in cadence with the branches of the trees across the street in the Friends Center's front yard with its low, wrought-iron fence and open gate. It feels like vacation out here.
There are those right now in my life who would read this and mistakenly think I am complaining. I am descriptive.
For now, I'm good on groceries, and I've even got a lunch packed and waiting in the fridge to take to work tomorrow.
I am loving my little air-conditioned room and my balcony overlooking the quiet street, a bidirectional two-lane in a small town, stoplights every few blocks. The garden-scented air is balmy. The branches of the tree that shields the balcony wave in cadence with the branches of the trees across the street in the Friends Center's front yard with its low, wrought-iron fence and open gate. It feels like vacation out here.