the missing shit

the missing shit

Happy Sunday. My nose won’t stop running since I sat up in bed. I can’t stop sneezing. I’m nasally miserable. Just stop already.

This weekend is shaping up to be like every other weekend. We shopped yesterday. Mom forgot to bring the shopping list because we didn’t remind her four times to take it from the counter. Naturally, we missed a few things. However, they were only in one department, and nothing was super important. I crossed off what we did buy as we put the groceries away. Mom re-wrote the remaining items on a new list. Brian will probably go out in a little while – he’s always bored – and he’ll pick up the missing shit.

I went outside to spin last night. The playlist was better, but the bugs were not. Mom had half a dozen toads hopping around the patio, and suggested she run interference and keep them occupied in the back while I went out front. The plan didn’t work, as there were two toads waiting on the front path when I went outside. I accidentally knocked one over with an errant poi toss that landed beside him like a grenade.

There’s no trip to the Compound today, which is lovely. If I remember correctly, there’s a slight chance of afternoon rain, but we’ll manage. I think. I’ll try to get something on the TV that isn’t one of the usual things, otherwise I’ll go hang out in the bathroom prepping paintings in the dark.

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