Went to the food pantry today, barely ready, did not have gloves ready. I guess it worked out fine anyway, got home, got stuff unpacked as quickly as I could & put away.
Sometimes the food is really good, and sometimes things are skimpy. I feel bad when that happens, wish I could contribute.
And I feel like I'm not open and I don't contact well, connect I mean. Well, I am doing my best.
I told Tamika I would give her my coffeemaker...I told Melanie the same thing. But I think Tamika needs it. I just have to remember it.
We had bedbug spraying yesterday, still felt some more of the rascals today and even afterward. Just the tiny little ones. I really really really need to get spraying and keep spraying. I don't know what stops me, though of course I hate doing it. I need to get to like it.
I left a post(as
kindmemory) at
embodiment, the journaling comm. for people who write in a paper journal every day. I've done that for years, since about 1997, belonged to the community for a while under a couple/three user names.