Next?

I’m getting around to Christmas a bit at a time. The cards are finally here and in the mail. The menu is planned, sort of. It’ll mainly depend on what looks good at the Sun Harvest next weekend. I decided against the only prime rib I could find because it cost $40. And change. Plus tax.

Flowers are on the way to John in the hospital in honor of his mother, who passed away this past weekend. I’m still not clear on exactly when it happened, but dead is dead, so it doesn’t really matter. What matter’s is who’s left behind.

I have clothes in the laundry even as we speak. Enough to get us through until my next day off.

The car’s paid up for another month. And the insurance is good until February.

We made it to Temple and back today so they could do tests on Shannon that neither of us know the reason for. The VA operates more efficiently than ever before. Perhaps too much so.

They schedule appointments that they don’t tell you about until you get a letter and then have to reschedule it because it’s just not possible. Along the way, they never tell you why they scheduled it in the first place.

On my list is getting presents off to our mothers. Tomorrow. UPS. Much more reliable than the Post Office.

Right now, I’m going to focus on the laundry. I’m sure I’ll remember what it was I forgot tomorrow.

And as a devotee to the Scarlett O’Hara Principle of Time Management, I know that tomorrow is another day. I’ll think about it later.

And hopefully remember it in time to get it done.

If it’s real important, I will.

If it’s not, it’ll just have to get in line.