I used to get up, and get on with it. No more. You may remember, the first or second night I lived here I took a header and smashed a tremendous goose egg onto my head. I was so concerned by the amount of blood on the floor (broken nose) that I let my rescuers transport me to the hospital. I was scanned every way to breakfast, and that broken nose was the sum total of damage.
Except--self diagnosis here, although the lump is all but gone, I have a hard time starting in the morning. If I focus closely on each task, I sail on through. But it's a long indoctrination process to get the processes installed. I've mastered the time from getting up through the first thing after breakfast, and that is because it is on my calendar. My Google calendar.
Today I put nothing on the calendar. I decided to make myself responsible for clearing my loom, doing my laundry, fulling my length of fabric, ending about lunch time. Clearing the loom meant getting the length of fabric off and stabilized for the washer. Nothing would be on the computer. No written reference.
I passed with flying colors. I ate lunch, a bowl of soup from the kitchen, beef vegetable. I even spit out a piece of bone. The really good parts involved the very chopped vegetables. Tiny bits of carrots, celery and celery leaves. A couple of nice chunks of beef. Very good. And since then I've been lost. Now it's four and you can see the grand total of words to page.
I did call Jan and we worked out next Saturday for the new warp. I made a mental note to call Caroline, who asked to help with the next warp, before she went back to school.
Caroline, who I enjoy comparing to her namesake Grandmother Lytle, called me there in the lost time period, wondering if I had any news on the loom. What a child! She said it all worked perfectly for her. We did not discuss that it also is her birthday. I think I'll buy some cake to surprise her.
You might like an update on the building beside me. The general consensus is a new set of buildings is going up. Not a hotel, but several two story buildings.
Foundation poured. Now we have given up on the two story building as an elevator. Other than that problem, construction can commence.
Speaking of problems, my credit card was compromised again. No, I did not authorize engaging a package forwarding service on my card. This is becoming a recurring adventure that knocks my attempts at structure galley west.
I should get a new card this week. With luck I will squeak through. I won't need groceries before the weekend. I can visit the dentist on Friday on my checking account.
I perused the computer this morning for hints on not being scammed. Their best solutions are password protection programs. I have one of those that generates fifteen letter/symbol/number combinations. I called the bank to ask a real person the same question.
The answer: Leave your card at home. Don't use your card where it can be compromised, like the gas station or the post office. I was surprised I wasn't told to just carry cash.