Monday’s are a bit confusing around here. I’m always ready to leap into something like grocery shopping, but first there’s the call to or from Bobbie. There’s the book I am reading, there’s always something to slow me down. Bed making, dish washing, and always picking up after me.
I’m determined to get to the grocery store today. There may be a holiday mid-week, but there’s still breakfast and lunches to stock up for…yogurt, bread, cheeses. That sort of thing. Thanksgiving meal we will be out with Poolie and her sister, but we will still need breakfast and dinner.
I also want to make sure that G has all he needs for the three days I will be in LA. Bobbie and Michael’s sister are happily getting rid of things. I am going up to help stare at the rooms and talk about studio space. Up Sunday noonish and home via the train on Tuesday. Perhaps I need to get my ticket here in San Diego as I don’t trust the feds to keep that tiny Van Nuys station open to buy tickets.
Monday’s always seem to be like this even if I’m not heading to LA or celebrating Thanksgiving. I like fractured days, but I want to know how I am getting home again.
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