There's a megaphone Jesus preacher on the street just outside my condo this morning. We don't have a lot of these but they do love sporting events and the Seahawks have a home game in a couple of hours. They megaphones they use are ear shatteringly loud and I can make out his words from 50 feet away from the window. Lovely. Hopefully, he'll go annoy/save those condos in the southern half of this block soon.
These next two days are going to be like this one and yesterday. The pool does not open until 8 and other than a swim, nothing else on the agenda.
This is dry nose season here in Seattle. I will never understand how we can have rain/drizzle all day every day for weeks and, yet, the air is so arid, my skin cracks and chaps no matter how much cream or lotion or chapstick I use. And OMG my nose. It runs constantly and is also dry mans gulch. The dry nose situation will last through May. A couple of years ago, I found this gel that keeps me sane. I dug it out last night and lathered up the
I've got laundry going. 3 loads. How can one single old woman, who does virtually nothing all damn day, accumulate so much dirty laundry?
Guess I'll get goin on that doing nothing thing for today.