The shorts meet in the middle again. June 23. That was when I stopped trying to eat my way out of my clothes. Six weeks of diet got me back into my shorts and another six weeks should make everything fit fine. This was a fine way to start the morning.
One of the things that we are allowed to do here at The Asylum is to go to pick up stuff curbside. Well, I figured I was screwed because I don’t have wheels. Well, actually I do have wheels. Very small wheels. I wheeled my cart over to the grocery. Called and announced that I was waiting in Parking Slot #1. And out came my groceries. And, the kid put my groceries in my “vehicle”. This was a fine discovery.
More goodness. I came back from my morning hike and grocery pickup. Took a little early morning stroll around the garden boxes. After yesterday’s rain, they smelled great. All fresh, green, lush. Then it was time to head upstairs to put the groceries away and head off to my “office”. Where I happily worked until midafternoon.
Gratitude
Late this afternoon: an email arrives. Truly the finest thing to happen today.
And the weather is even nice
Just for today. Everything is fine. Waiting for the wheels to fall off. You know they will.
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