I (still) need your help Ben Pink Dandelion

 A solid FIVE hours of sleep.


The problem with going to bed early because one is falling over and there is no way laundry is going to happen and the Monday NYT puzzle is always ridiculously easy is that 


drum roll please


One then wakes up early too. 


And if one is home and travelling by Zoom with breakfast just across the room instead of riding over the mountains and sleeping with strangers (not what it sounds like) and there is a creek and no breakfast for two hours is that one first tends to get up and tackle the day. Going back to bed definitely would have been an option timewise and probably would have felt good.

Today's food prep rampage
Pot of Chicken Barley Stew


But morning texts with sister when voice would be too much and I already had enough voice last night 15 minutes right at the start of the call about her badly matted hair exercise. YUCK. Glad i have only my own problems since I am not doing so well holding even them together. Well , my braid actually helps hold my head together but little sister says braid will not help her because of Lymphedema in her arms after breast cancer treatment


As it is, I made chicken barley stew and washed all the dishes except the pots and pans and took a shower and now I am jotting ... until time for a Zoom focus group. 


And I am a little bit dragging and it is only 11:30.


And my quest for Quaker themed song lyric transformation continues.

The TubShroom ROCKS. Big glob of hair collected and I tossed it before my shower.


Interesting NPR item about Justice Ginsberg and a gender discrimination case involving age at which men and women could buy beer in OK.


Speaking of hair and black blobs on the floor and touch and gravity while blind, if one has a cat with black hair who is prone to hairballs and one has long grey hair sometimes black thigns on the floor can be well an adventure. A dice roll.


I got to computer lab just as computers were coming on automatically.

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