My new recliner came. It works. It's kinda big, as in wide, and I may need pillows to support my arms; when I had a dog, I got away from being a pillows-all-around gal. You can imagine, with a chewer. Among other things, in the recliner, I watched the end of the first season of Hacks. It made me cry, and I liked that.
Got my side hustle work in fairly early today, and the payroll done, and the trash and recycling out. Then there was a bit of a struggle with the last two storms-to-screens changes, but those are done now too, happily. Took a shower. Ready to be going back to the office again tomorrow. This week I make the schedule for the next two weeks, among other always-beckoning tasks. Got some spreadsheet action done this weekend too.
Almost hate to say it in case it jinxes it, but my knees have finally gotten a little less bad. Not that I've pushed my luck and gone on any long walks this weekend. And standing at Pride was worse than I thought it would be, in that the introduction went on forEVer, and I was stuck at a deep crack in the asphalt, wedged between two people, so I had very little choice about where my feet would be planted.
Between the chorus things and a few messaging threads, and maybe with a sprinkling of back in the office, I feel a little more connected to people than I had been feeling. It's somehow scary to think about. More fear of jinxing, no doubt.
I'm all sleepy now, and it's after dark, when I usually perk up. Hope I'm awake to eat dinner. Oh maybe I'm partly fading cuz of hungry. So confusing.