Last night I listed 10 Ebay things, started some laundry, and the usual things. Then I practiced even though I was tired, and did OK except the usual trouble with the flute turning however minutely in my hands when I change fingering to and from the note C, and my lips getting dry, or something. Maybe I was just tired, I decided, so I went to bed.
I was up at 3. I packed some things to ship, 7 of them, and got out of here the usual time. I did some shopping at 99 Ranch, notably a package of "white curry" flavor instant noodles, 4 servings. I got this because I plan to go back over to Walmart and get my covid booster on Friday, so if I'm going to be sick from it I'll have the weekend to be sick and even Monday is kind of a holiday, being Halloween.
I put my 99 Ranch goodies away and went out again with the bike trailer and the step-stool and my "getter stick" because I'd spotted what might be some good stuff in the "bountiful" dumpster. On my way out of here, I got some boxes I'd put out by the trash enclosure and stacked those on top and was going to take them to the place near the bridge where I'd put the really big box, but when I got there, there was a zombie with a bike, hanging out. So I rode on - passed another zombie on a bike going the other way - and dumped the box up by the Lotus Glass place.
No problem, no zombies visible on the way back, and I rode over to the "bountiful" dumpster only to find a zombie going through it, with its zombie dog standing watch. OK, fine, I turned around and got out of there and circled around a bit killing 10 or 15 minutes and came back, and the undead one was still in there rooting around, the undead dog keeping a sharp eye out. So I turned around again, deciding it's not worth it.
It was very warm, 84 degrees when I'd left with the packages, and since the speed of chemical reactions doubles for every increase of 10 degrees centigrade, approximately, of course the warmth would bring the zombies out and have them out doing zombie things.
I got back here and cleaned the place up and Ken came by, but while he brought some weird letter from the IRS where I fill out a form and I guess they want to send me some money. They seem to think I deserve a refund based on the Earned Income Credit which I'm pretty sure I don't, but I'll fill it out and send it in just to humor them.
What he didn't bring was his checkbook because he forgot it. So, assuming he comes by again tomorrow with it as he says he will, I'll deposit my check on Friday and then go get my covid booster after that. Then I can feel like crap the next 2-3 days ...
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