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Saturday in 2026:Life After The Stroke

  • March 21, 2026, 6:05 p.m.
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Good Saturday morning, yall! I think I slept too much (or not enough), my legs are super sore.
I’m sitting outside with coffee trying to get geared up for the day. I promised River
biscuits and eggs for breakfast last night. She was being hella rowdy and I know she is her father’s child. He loves him some breakfast. I should get them going.
Biscuits in the oven.
I have to run to Karmas sometime today and pick up a package from her front porch. I’m guessing if I wait for mine to get here it should be a safe bet that hers will be there too. We live like 4 minutes apart.
So, the plan for the day is eat breakfast and start with the car. I would love to take a laundry basket out there to put the stuff in but who knows where my baskets are. Probably with my reusable bags.
I have a slight odor. Not going to worry about it and take a shower after I get done outside. Not like I’m gonna see anyone. Famous last words.

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Ok. Breakfast is done and eaten. I used the homemade garlic butter on the eggs. Pretty yummy. River scarfed her eggs but has been carrying her biscuit around. Mommy fail, I bought the store brand instead of Grands. Oops. I got 4 cans for dumplins and only used two. My bad.

Time to start marking off the list.
-Car is cleaned out. Omg, that was horrible. I found cigarette boxes! I haven’t smoked in forever. 2years? A full kitchen trash bag. Full! Just trash. I guess I’m kinda glad I didn’t have a laundry basket. Didn’t need it.
I found so much change.
Next week, when I get paid, I’ll get the auto wipes and go to the car wash.
Now, it’s coffee break and cool down. It’s HOT out there!

So The Store was broken into. Seems it was “some tweaker looking dude”. I fricking sleep with my doors unlocked. Is this the way The Burg is headed?
I texted Dana to tell him the news.

-Me: The store was broken into.
-Him: Bummer.
(??? That wasnt t Dana like.)
-Me: Yup. Stole $2000 worth of stuff.
-Him: I’d feel bad if they hadn’t done you wrong.
-Me: I love you so hard.

Off to the next task.


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