I don't need any of it. It's all want stuff.
It's Saturday. The places will be full of people.
I can go next week when two of the places have senior hours.
And, yet, I'm so tempted to go anyway for absolutely no good reason.
Last night I dreamed that I had sex with the boss (who was very hot, by the way) and everyone found out about it. The engineers would not speak to me but the marketing team was ok with it once I explained that my husband and I were separated.
It's a good thing I put no store by dream interpretation because I'd be unpacking that sucker for weeks.
Nothing happening here today. The baseball isn't until this evening.
I have been meaning to reorganize/refold and tidy up the fabric on the shelves in the hall. That actually might be a good job for today. Or at least I could get a start on it. If I could do a couple of shelves a day it wouldn't even be too onerous a job.
But first I need a shower. And then I need reading time. And then I need not to go shopping and then, maybe, fabric sorting. Ya gotta have a plan and that's mine.