Thursday. So much to do; so little ambition. I want to get all my errand-running out of the way so I can enjoy the weekend with Alan & get myself packed & ready to go. If I don't pay for the expired-tag ticket soon, I can see my car getting impounded -- even though I've gotten the new tag (finally). So there's that: a stop at any cop shop, then to any old courthouse to pay the ticket. Why can't I do this online? Then I have to unload the carload of shredding that's been in my truckster for 3 weeks. Time for it to be gone, I'd say. Have to get gas before I can do anything else; the light came on as I drove home last night. Must scrub the bugs off my windshield, too. Apparently, this is not unique to my car; I saw an article in the PE today to the effect that the rainy spring brought out the normal compliment of bugs. It's just that we're not used to normal these days.
Maybe this afternoon I'll plug in the Concert for George dvd & ponder my collection o' kits. Patty gave me an idea for a retreat project, but it won't take very long to do. So many possibilities. Life is good.