Yesterday I dragged myself out into the humid heat to run a few errands.
I’m afraid shingles may be flaring its ugly head. I saw one sore in my mouth over the weekend. And I feel so tired and achey.
Last weekend’s news dragged me down. I’ve found it hard to sleep, hard to concentrate. I feel sad.
Thank goodness for online ordering. I received two 12-packs of dog food from Chewy.com, canned prescription food that is heavy for me to carry.
It’s so much easier when it comes right to my door.
I’m awaiting some things from Walmart.com. Things for the house and food that doesn’t have to be refrigerated. I’m so grateful that I can do this.
On Tuesday evening we had a thunderstorm and lightning hit a transformer. It zapped power from the whole apartment complex.
Sure has been nasty weather here lately.
I opened the back windows to get some fresh air and a rainy breeze. My living room windows are all taped up to keep out dirt and can’t be opened.
Workers got power back in a few hours.
The woman next door, who is constantly on oxygen, had to rely on a battery. We were afraid they wouldn’t get it back on before it ran out. But she made it.
Our country sighs a collective sigh of sadness.
We lost three innocent people last weekend because of hate groups. I so hope we can bridge the divide that has widened between various factions.
I was raised in the sixties. I kind of feel like we’ve stepped back in time.
I think maybe, after the events of the past week, grief over what is happening might bring us all together. Maybe. I hope.
Hope that something good comes from something bad.