I had the best of intentions in spite of fatigue and got up at 930 to face the day. Out of all meds including the most important, I called the pharmacy and got that rolling. When I stopped by the feed store to pick up some dust for Oscar, Stanley accused me of holding on to the 16 year old car that I drive. Bitched at me to get a BMW with all my wealth. Oh boy. If only he knew how far I am into Chapter 13. It was kind of ironic that my BK attorney showed up at car thief court and asked why I was there. I guess you never know.
Currently there is marinara in the crock pot with baked pasta yet to come. Somebody's gonna have a good lunch tomorrow at the sawmill. Gotta' run and pick some basil for it.
Keep the faith ^j^