Good morning, all! Things go from not-so-good to dreadful in such a short time.
On top of my irritation over my mobility skills, December bodes ill financially, and I am - to put it mildly - concerned. It's certainly affectingly sleeping, and it would happen around the time one should be thinking about what gifts will go to whom. To compound the mess, the reply to my email to the Man from Philadelphia, who can be obtuse and clueless, was utterly obtuse and clueless, more than usual. I'm still pondering my response. How did someone so clueless become so wealthy?
This morning I have physical therapy, but I may leave an hour earlier to make a run to my pharmacy at Lincoln Center before I head back uptown. Hopefully, this afternoon I'll see my super and the landlord's plumber to fix my kitchen leak. When I get back, I can begin my Encores! work for LITTLE ME. It won't keep me afloat for Christmas, but it will at least keep me busy for a couple of weeks.
Good news about last night's show, BK!
Have a god day, everyone!