Another weekend down the tubes.
Got the washing done, and even packed away everything that could be packed away, other than the shirts that needs ironing. A whole basket full of them! And as little as I like housework, I like ironing even less. Thank heavens for tumble dryers!! Just a few spins and most of the wrinkles are gone. And for the remaining few, if you wear anything with enough confidence, people think it MUST look that way. And I’ve perfected that demeanor 🙂
Mr P. Well, we spoke. Not face to face, the synchronisation did not lend itself to that. Oh well. It’s not as if I have anything else to do, spent my whole life waiting, a few more weeks or months will probably not really kill me. The joblessness might, but not waiting. So that’s what I’ll do. Wait. Story of my life!
One good thing though. Had a visit from the kid this afternoon. And he brought my new CD with him I bought it with his B day gift and had everything delivered to one place. So now I can regale myself with Leslie Rae Dowling’s dulcet tones and immerse myself in memories of days gone by. Days when I was young and beautiful and carefree with my whole life ahead of me. Fearless days. Confident days.
Well, time to go get some chemical help for a good night’s sleep – tomorrow is, unfortunately, Monday again.