A note on the door: Apartment evaluation Monday-8 a.m.
Frantically I hid piles of piles, stuffed into boxes, de-pile a few spots, ho ho.Two boxes filled, emptied into another and left in the hall.
Saturday night I cleaned because, WHY, A SEXY CHUTE WAS BLOODLEACHING.
Finally,on Sunday I made it to the play,the one I missed on Friday due to weather,too windy and cold for this lung cancer patient and Saturday, wounded foot. Sunday was my volunteer day which I was about to cancel but this angelic Tibetan man he said it could come for one hour at 5. Blessed good karma for an old sick depressed woman.
Blessed was He who had non-Bloodied floors. Box of stuff from eye-level shelf to a lower one: if you can’t see it, it isn’t there. I am a master at this.
THJAT.S ALL FOLKS.