I drove to the valley this morning for the weekend. Already, I am exhausted.
I met with Patricia early at the Al Whittle Theatre for coffee. Afterward, I went to my mother's. The errand running soon began, what with estate work, lunch meetings, meetings with accountants, a second trip to Wolfville, and so much more. By 3pm, I had to close my eyes for a spell.
I write these words from the Port Williams library. It will be the only break I have prior to returning to my mother's to wash her dishes. I am looking forward to doing them, that's for sure.
My digital cable is totally screwed. I've been unable to watch any of the cool shows for a couple of weeks now. Great fun, paying this premium money and being unable to enjoy any of it. I think it's a conspiracy.
Tomorrow, my mother will have rested up and be ready for me to take her shopping for a minimum of 12 hours. She will put me 6 feet under any day now. Will take my vitamin b shots before we take off.
Time to think about returning to Mom's. Dishpan hands, here I come!