Monday, July 20, 2015

July 20, 1015



I know it’s Monday – but technically, for me, during this summer, it’s my Sunday.  Read a lovely note from Gio.  Peas and carrots – yep, that’s us indeed, my friend.  Hot water with lemon instead of coffee, and a smoothie.

I couldn’t move.  Exhausted and feeling so guilty about that.  I have a list of To-Dos a mile long…and yet.  Here I sit.  In front of the Mac.  Looking at Dust Up announcements.  I can’t do that…I’m still exhausted from High Sierra.  But…there are those faces of my Music family.  Reservations at the little motel…made.  Gotta..gotta..get.  Headed to go pay credit cards and phone bills.  I also brought my old iPhone with to switch it over to Ethan’s number since his went for a little swim in Costa Rica and doesn’t work anymore, even with a rice bath. 

Met Carolene and picked up Lizzie.  Talked to a man there (not Drew) about prepping her for a paint job.  It won’t be Jeff Miller fancy – his is going to be the cream of the crop – but she’ll sure look prettier, I think.  I ordered a Foo Fighter’s sticker to put on the back window, too.  <smile>  I heart you, Dave.  

Bought some protein powder and probiotics.  Next step is signing up at the gym.  Then headed to Shilla Sushi for some terrific sushi that wasn’t doused in all sorts of delicious, but fattening toppings.  This place is 5 minutes away!  Had I realized that, I would’ve started going sooner.  I noticed, with amusement as I read my DBT book that the cheating site, AshleyMadison, has been hacked and that hackers are threatening to realize the names of the 37 MILLION subscribers.  Ha!  Tell me this country doesn’t need more marriage therapists.  That’s disgusting.



Work begins again tomorrow.  It’ll be nice to get back into routine since I don’t seem to be able to accomplish much. I got Dust Up tickets.  MH is on fire lately.  And, if all goes according to plan, I won’t be here for Dust Up III.   I think…I think…I shall watch a movie. 


Pictures <from CR>: Bat neighbors <love>; A creative way to use old tires; And, of course, nachos at Coco's

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