After less than 3 months of retirement, it hurt my feelings that I had to be somewhere at a specific time yesterday morning. The archive folks were coming at 10:00 to tour our proposed archive space and opine as to its adequacy, and I had to lead the tour.
To cut to the chase (un-like me, I know), the archive space should be perfectly adequate for our needs.
I feel much less anxious about the project.
After the archive tour, I visited a friend who lives nearby. We worked together at my flower shop, years ago, and have kept in touch since then. We'd talked by phone a few days earlier, and when she'd told me about a home-made arthritis cream that had given her some relief, I asked her to score some for me. She'd texted me Monday night to tell me she had it. I said I'd drop by after my meeting.
I did not plan on staying for HOURS, but that's what happened. We had a lot of catching up to do. The minute we sat down at her table, I smeared some of the home-made cream on my sore index finger. I fear it's not going to be the miracle cure, but I'll try it for a few days. The problem with topical ointments is that I wash my hands a million times a day, so it's hard to keep it on my skin for very long.
On the way home, I started to think about what to do about supper. We had ham, potato salad, and baked beans left over from Sunday. Although The Husband was not home for dinner Monday night, he'd eaten ham for breakfast two days in a row, and I kind of hated to serve it to him for dinner. But I didn't mind it enough to cook something else. I ended up chopping the ham into chunks and making a casserole with it. It was meh.
A little while after dinner, all four Granddaughters came busting through the door. It is such a treat to having them living just across the road. :)
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