Many momentous things have happened this week, not the least being Pops’ mileage creaking past the half century mark, but I do need to address something of vital importance. Regarding my past glib commentary about the folly of needing to live in close proximity to a store…I was so naïve.
That was all before…before I fumbled my toothbrush last night and it fell into the cat’s water which contained a winged creature floating on the surface…before I went to retrieve it and knocked it further into the nebulous area that’s kind of hard to clean behind the commode…before earlier yesterday when I spent an hour wandering the aisles of Longs drugstore when I supposed to be working, and even looked at, but neglected to buy, a toothbrush, because a dentist appointment was coming soon enough and I would then get one for free. What a fool I am.
Now I ponder my choices: waste ever more time and drive to town at some point today just for the sake of oral hygiene; or order $50 worth of groceries I don’t urgently need delivered from Safeway (and thank the lord they deliver today, and that this didn’t happen on a weekend).
Meanwhile, it's the finger-brushing method.