The sore throat that kicked in on Saturday lingered today. Luckily, there was no dance class to miss, but it caused me to stay away from a class reunion planning committee meeting this afternoon.The day’s attire was the official “not leaving the house fleece pants” with a quarter-zip fleece and slippers. Cozy. Comfortable. While not anything I would be caught dead wearing out in public, it is not unlike the clothing often seen on many of the other shoppers in Market Basket.
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Despite being cleared of all plans, the day still sped by. There was a late-afternoon nap, which probably affected the perception of the passage of time. Suddenly, the 7:00 Sunday evening text arrived with the reminder about Monday pickup. This week is trash and yard waste pickup. I haven't even thought about yard work yet, and it's already the second or third week of the regular pickups.
By 7:30, the litter box was cleaned, the small waste baskets emptied into the larger one, and the bin was at the curb with the usual half a trash bag of remnants of the week. Then, it was back to the couch and the Spanish drama, soon to be followed by bed and the book I thought I might read all day, but never touched.
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