So driving with the windows open and short wet hair brings hair horns. I'll have to travel with water to slick them down. Wouldn't hurt to drink some, either. I took the trash and recycling out today, dropped a DVD at the post office, and had my pulmonary function test. Not surprisingly, it was very different from the one I had in 1986 when I was first diagnosed with lung damage. It was in a negative pressure room and for part of it, I was in a cabinet without air. I wasn't sure I'd fit, but the tech said he'd had a 400-pound man in without problems, and it was just my knees I had to move.
I stopped at a Thai restaurant on the way home -- the curry puffs were a little sweet, but I liked the beef pho. I have to remember, though, that just because I feel pretty good sitting down doesn't mean I'm going to feel pretty good when I stand up and walk. I've started working on some BFAC things -- it will help if we can get stuff ready for the folks who have tighter schedules.
And the washer just beeped to be emptied. I'd been having trouble with the dryer -- it kept beeping and lighting the clean lint screen button when there wasn't lint in the screen, so I took a tiny crochet hook and pulled a mass of cat hair out of the lint sensor. I suspect I'm going to have to keep a tiny crochet hook in the utility room.
