One phone call done. Well, text, actually. Called Mum and got approval for the latest wheeze. My delayed delivery will be between 1608 and 1708 this afternoon. So, I *could* go and do the grocery shop, or not. Probably not.
I feel more like hibernating, frankly.
Another phone call done. I could go for a walk now, but I really don’t want to. Maybe after lunch.
Not walking today. It’s boring, even with music or a decent podcast in my ears. Anyway, #WaitingBrain has kicked in, with two hours to go for the delivery slot opening.
Stupid brain.
And the delivery is late. It’s now pitch black, and the driver won’t find the doorbell in the dark.
Ack.
At last, my package has been delivered. It’s just as well it wasn’t anything important.
I can relax now.
@snaptophobic I feel like hibernating too. I’m very sleepy and I have a slight sore throat. Really I would like to be in bed all day.
Take care of yourself. 💚
@snaptophobic Miss C is taking care of me
@snaptophobic
Hibernating is an excellent plan!