Well, the washing machine venture didn't pan out as hoped. The sale was so successful that Lowe's has their deliveries fully booked, so why bother now? I'm not going to feel like doing any more laundry anyway, though I'm supposed to sleep on clean sheets the night before. OMG
I left the premises today for the first time in a while, all the way to Schaghticoke for some groceries, but didn't feel like cooking. I bought corn on the cob just because it seemed cheap, at 5 for $1, cooked it, but didn't feel like eating it.
Dave mowed the lawn and later found a tick on his leg, but it hadn't settled in yet. I did my 15 minutes on the bike with no problems; it doesn't even seem like exercise since I'm sitting down, and with no tension applied; I haven't wanted to blow anything out before my appliance arrives from Belgium or wherever.
Some absolutely terrible Miley Cyrus Bangerz Tour show was being televised, in addition to Sunday Morning's pimp piece on Robin Thicke. I tried to watch the new talent show, and decided I'm sick to death of a trite format with mediocre talent: an African America, a country singer and a sexy young personage trying to be quirky. I started a crossword, but it wasn't the Rex Parker edition, so I soon lost interest.
I heard a chilling story from Mass. which I can't even think about, and then I learned that Chloe died in her sleep the night before last.
While I type, I notice a suspicious-looking spot on my arm. I've been trying to build up my drastically low Vitamin D level by sitting in the sun for 10-15 minutes a day, and I think my arm has fallen victim. I need to make an appointment with a dermatologist and that is not a pleasant task. My original dermatologist in Bennington, the first I'd ever gone to, retired a few years ago. I visited another on Hoosick Street who was horribly obnoxious, and then one in Clifton Park, Dr. Hollywood, who may be competent enough but his practice is so patrician that he schedules follow-up appointments for over the phone, with an allotted time slot to call in.
Speaking of obnoxious, I have a morning appointment with my favorite ophthalmologist. I can expect only good things from that visit.
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