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As an indication of how lethargic I've grown, I didn't fix a Tuesday dinner but I still have dirty dishes from Monday's dinner. Since I had Monday's dinner early Tuesday morning though, I guess I could count the dishes as Tuesday's. They've been sitting less than thirty hours. At the moment I could say I'm not very slovenly, but as I'm feeling tired and will probably go back to bed before washing those dishes I could also say I'm getting there.
Text messages have informed me that a package is due to arrive today, perhaps this morning, and an email from J. C. Penney's says it is my clock and bathroom scale I ordered. The other items have not yet shipped, and I fear at least some of them might never. I've ordered three more large hoodies from their clearance sale, and if I'm going to avoid wearing medium hoodies again I really need them, but they were close to out of stock when I ordered them and might not be available. Same for the three additional pair of larger slippers I ordered. Now that my feet remain swollen pretty much all the time, I really need those too.
The clock will probably need a battery, which I don't have on hand, and also will need to be hung on the wall, which I lack the skills and tools to do, so it will be inert for a while, but the scale will get used right away (unless it also needs a battery which hadn't crossed my mind until just now— it's digital, so the display probably needs to be powered) because I'm really anxious to discover just how freaking fat my ass has gotten. I have some trepidation, I'll admit, as my look in the mirror is far too reminiscent of a certain infamous criminal defendant one hears too much about these days. If I'm going to lose some of that ugly fat I'll need to track it, and thus the scale. It's only just.
Oh, and the pollen was brutal Tuesday. The afternoon trek to the mailbox brought on quite a bout of sneezing. Today is apt to be worse, as the high will nudge eighty. Wednesday it will actually hit eighty, and continue to do so for four more days. But at least the furnace isn't running anymore. Small favors.
Text messages have informed me that a package is due to arrive today, perhaps this morning, and an email from J. C. Penney's says it is my clock and bathroom scale I ordered. The other items have not yet shipped, and I fear at least some of them might never. I've ordered three more large hoodies from their clearance sale, and if I'm going to avoid wearing medium hoodies again I really need them, but they were close to out of stock when I ordered them and might not be available. Same for the three additional pair of larger slippers I ordered. Now that my feet remain swollen pretty much all the time, I really need those too.
The clock will probably need a battery, which I don't have on hand, and also will need to be hung on the wall, which I lack the skills and tools to do, so it will be inert for a while, but the scale will get used right away (unless it also needs a battery which hadn't crossed my mind until just now— it's digital, so the display probably needs to be powered) because I'm really anxious to discover just how freaking fat my ass has gotten. I have some trepidation, I'll admit, as my look in the mirror is far too reminiscent of a certain infamous criminal defendant one hears too much about these days. If I'm going to lose some of that ugly fat I'll need to track it, and thus the scale. It's only just.
Oh, and the pollen was brutal Tuesday. The afternoon trek to the mailbox brought on quite a bout of sneezing. Today is apt to be worse, as the high will nudge eighty. Wednesday it will actually hit eighty, and continue to do so for four more days. But at least the furnace isn't running anymore. Small favors.
