Washer is fixed. Something electrical, mumble, mumble, mumble. I don’t care. Barkeep, clean sheets all around!
I like longer days and shorter days. Longer days mean I can be out walking later and remind me of my carefree youth, when everyone had to go home when the streetlights came on. Shorter days are cozier. I used to prefer shorter days, but since I can’t drive or see much in the dark, I’m not as wild about them. Walking after dark is like floating in space, only you don’t trip in space.
My gym is not going to reopen, apparently. It’s a 24Hour Fitness, which as you may know, is shuttering 1/4 its locations. Mine is not on the canceled list. Nor is it on the opening list. The phone doesn’t even ring there. It’s like it got wiped off the map. A friend said she saw trucks hauling away equipment.
There’s one other gym within walking distance, but it’s pricier, and I don’t know if it’s reopening.
nettie, yay on hubby’s successful walk.
hippy, you’ve got the song going through my head. “Walk right in. It’s around the back…”
OW, I’m SO glad you got to see the Cook Forest folks AND partake of culinary yumminess.
nut, I think swampy will be using the fainting couch when he discovers OW had deviled eggs that weren’t properly served on a deviled egg plate.
I taught teens too long to be shocked by anyone’s language–not that kids swore in the classroom, but the halls were like a longshoreman’s convention. Once the superintendent decided to clamp down and ordered us to round up kids who cussed in the hallways. Before the first bell rang, the principal’s office was crammed, and kids were lined up way down the hall. End of that campaign.