Waiting for school to end.
Waiting for spring.
Waiting for Christmas.
Wait until your father gets home.
Wait until you're sixteen.
Wait until pigs fly.
How are we going to get out of this?
I don't know.
Keep shouting into the wind.
Like the governors of Florida and Texas
Like the president of the United States.
Ohio was keeping the corks under water.
Now Covid19 is on the rebound here, over 3,000 deaths.
We also are way behind in testing.
I don't understand those implications.
It's just a cluster you know what.
Cluster bomb is the best descriptor.
We don't know what will happen.
We sure can guess the worst.
Back at home, I emptied the loom.
Haha. That's sort of a joke. The loom is empty of weaving material.
I was out of mental energy, and left the fabric laying.
I never thought I would do this. We need a laugh.
One leg is glamorous. One is not. I wish I'd pulled up both jeans.
The stockings are decent. The pills are better.
I'm not taking the pill unless I want to devote two hours to a nap.
I'm waiting to hear back from doctors. I guess I'll call tomorrow.