I am pau, finis, finished. Well, except for minor fussiness. I may soon reclaim my kitchen.
I put on my headphones, cranked up the rock and roll, and got it done. Including folding a bunch of flowers. I timed myself it’s a little over 4 minutes per flower. And each wreath has about 40 flowers I am guessing.
Tomorrow, I am getting myself the the hospital lab at 8AM tomorrow to pee in the plastic cup and get blood drawn. I really don’t know why I let them do this to me. What are they going to find out that will make my life better? They might discover something that can be “treated” and that might make my life longer. But not necessarily better.
But, except for reclaiming the kitchen. tomorrow is going to be an origami-free day. I will take myself for a nice breakfast and COFFEE after visiting the lab. I will avoid going to the office because they are moving on Friday and I have no interest in packing.
Carlton loved to be up high. But, he would never rent an apartment on the top floor. He said that even in a rental unit, he wanted someone else to discover that the roof sprung a leak. So we frequently lived one floor from the top. As I do now.
Dinner tonight with one of the accidental family who has been in Covid quarantine and isolation since before I returned on Sep 12. I couldn’t have done it. I would have jumped out that 11th-floor window of mine.