The A/C is pluggin along. Least I don’t have to do the whole house just this room. I have a seperate one in the bedroom but really don’t need it. This place was built in 1938 and there are these things in the wall up toward the ceiling that are like grates. A 10x12 mayby with lil squares cut out that go directly into the bedroom. When the living light is I can go in the bedroom and not be in total darkness. Wierd but good. I also have some sort of “small cupboard” in the hallway that is painted over. I want to scrape off the paint around the edges and see what is in there. I know - curosity killed the cat but the answer brought it back.
I don’t have my a.m. client tomorrow - she has a VA appt. so I am going to go get laundry done. It’s time to take the flannel sheets off the bed. The cold is over and spring is almost over too and summer is like 15 minutes a way. The alzelia’s, orange trees, oak trees, pine trees are in full glory of blooming. The cars are yellow and brown and one hot mess.
I am begining to feel like my old self. Not my old - old self like in my “other life” but more comfortable living in a day to day life that isn’t full of dread, fear and loss. Almost can take a deep breath without feeling like I’m going to throw up. One day.
91% Humidity in Plan B
- March 6, 2015, 2:39 a.m.
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