It’s that kind of day. With the holidays just around the corner (which corner?- does time have corners?)—anyway, with a lot of holiday stuff still to do, my cold has to take a backseat… put it on the back burner… (my writing is full of these strange idioms… where do they come from?)… I’m interrupting myself… sorry. Bottom line! I got a lot of stuff to do. So I am popping pills, Sudafed to be exact (bought directly from the pharmacist’s hand as they don’t trust the good stuff to be out on the public shelves anymore – more about that later) and I am heading to the dump. I’ve got so many recycled jars and boxes piled up on the back porch, it’s getting hard to find my way to the door. I’ve put the trip off long enough and thank god for the cold weather or the bags of trash would have a distinct odor by now.
I was supposed to be in town partying with friends last evening, one more of my crowd just went “round the bend.” (Turned 60!) but I had to cancel because of my constant gribbles and the fear that I was infectious.
So today will be a solitary day of popping pills and tossing jars. I have to drag the Christmas decorations up from the cellar and decide which to donate to a good cause. I have so many bits and pieces… it’s beyond understanding. Anyone need a snowman on wheeeeeeels?