The groceries and the pharmacy are done. By being sweet and smiling, I convinced the transit van driver not to fuss that I had 4 bagsfull. (Officially, he only has to handle 2 bags totalling 40 pounds together, and medical and mobility equipment.) I am learning to be grateful for small blessings. I also encountered my goddaughter in the checkout line, it had been several years since I saw her last.
There are a few ideas bouncing around in my head, but it is almost midnight and I still have an hour or so's worth of chores to do; more bills for tomorrow's mail, sorting medications, ......
catch you all in the morning. Pray for our bishops, that they may be strong for us.