happy is tiring

I think we have skipped to June 12 now.

The 9th was good; the 10th was slow; the 11th was busy; I’m a basket case today.

But the sun is shining and I might have something to say.

Later, if ever.

Yes, It was a good day,

but I wasn’t good. I made a grocery order for John to submit for me, first one I’ve made in a month.

I’ve been doing nothing but jolly catch-up notes

No one knew where I was. There were 52 messages in my voice mail and more in my gmail, and an unexpected bundle in my real mail box, all waiting for rme to desl with.

Almost done.

Bed now. Blog tomorrow?