8 days a week...
This is truly what some weeks feel like. Yet the amount of time to get things done seems more like 4 days available. Quiet time for thinking eludes me this week as does paperwork productivity. By that I mean address changes, tax paperwork gathering, and generally trying to stay afloat with all bills. On top of all this my washer got lazy on me. the new washer works well maybe I shouldn't have just shoved it out the door Then again, maybe I should shove more things out the door that don't work... just saying. Soon the man will come and pick up the washer and maybe the other washer that is on the scrap pallet. On a lighter note, change of address forms are filled out and the search for a new home continues. My plans to attend a memorial for my great aunt are still evolving. I had thought to go for the weekend and allow SIL to return to the care center for about three days. However, they have another outbreak of covid running through the place and they called to say they would be...