A Day Off in Postcards 4

Never before have I felt such relief as I did Friday when I left the shop. Just Bill, being boss for the day, and I were in the back room. There was court ordered volunteer to help also. A grand FABULUXE event with its great crowds going on in the front of the shop.

I sort stuff on Fridays. There wasn’t a giant amount of stuff to be sorted, but there was a continual influx of stuff. At the very end eight more boxes of books came in the door. I didn’t sort them, I just made a pile of them much like the ones I sorted so carefully on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. I ignored them…can you imagine. Enough is enough.

We two curled up carefully at home after dinner instead of going to our usual meeting. A tiny drain tube in the refrigerator had clogged up, and the freezer and floor near it had begun flooding. A very nice, young eastern European repairman showed up several hours late. Getting caught up in rush hour traffic is a good excuse. He fixed us in a jiffy, gave us discounts in apology, and gifted us with a quiet evening with a quiet refrigerator and a dry floor.

• Himself: They’re going to miss me,” he kept saying…as he started a few days off.
• Herself: Feel fatter but I’m sticking to my eating plan.
• 52 Week Organization: Almost done with the laundry area. It looks mucho better.
• Reading: Mayor’s very satisfying series.
• Gratitudes: That my bookshelves aren’t bare any more.