Today a running list of small mishaps, and it is getting colder, as the time of year leads a normal person to expect. The doctor was jovial and friendly and said that only deaf patients get a hearing aid paid for by the insurance companies, the rest do not, and come back in two years when you cannot hear yourself think anymore. But the young woman at the hearing aid place was pleasant, even though it is partly her job to be so.
Spend time sorting shirts, there are just too many of them. Emptying the wardrobe downstairs chased them all out of their corners where they had been hiding. There is going to be a shirt cull, there are so many more than necessary.
Make an appointment to have the car repaired, only to have this turned down by return of the mail, there is a detail that had been overlooked. Now it is just a matter of waiting for the lawyer to speak.
And that will be tomorrow.
Set the alarm for tomorrow
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