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Two Hours of Light
That's what happens when you get up at 3pm. I was out here reading LJ and ML and then the WashPost until 6am and then I read in bed until a bit before 8am, so I didn't set the alarm. I think I might have slept later and better if Junie hadn't kept waking me up because she wanted her pill pockets.
This morning while I was taking meds, I heard Spirit make the "eliminate" noise and then back to wanting breakfast now and when I got out here, she'd pooped on the towel. So putting the litterbox in a secluded place didn't help today. I'll leave it there a couple days, just in case. She's still afraid of Junie, and I'm not sure I could get a jingle-collar on Junie.
I put in the two-month order to Peapod today; it'll get delivered on Thursday. My grocery list for tomorrow is very short -- two items -- but one is canned cat food on sale, and that's hard to deal with.
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I'm even not on every third day right now. I think all my hands hurt, but I see the rheumatologist next Friday. I have little posts to write about…
I worked things out with the Amazon teller and they sent me refunds for the books I didn't exactly order and that definitely weren't in my library.…