I deserve a "day off"

 

     TUESDAY 3/15/22 9:52AM--I can't wait until tomorrow, it's my "day off". No doctor's appointments...phone calls perhaps, and possibly a trip to the Recycling Center to get rid of some trash.
   Thursday is a gig with Ray, which I'm not all that excited about yet...I'm kinda depressed about becoming a prostitute, but not enough to turn down the opportunity. Thursday is also my next scheduled session of physical therapy; and I'm not excited about THAT. 
            3:35PM-It kinda feels like Monday again, and that kinda sucks. Tomorrow is still, as far as I’m concerned, (almost) a “day off”. IF I still have that mini-amp, maybe I’ll take THAT to Killarney House. And of course there's ALWAYS laundry to do, so really it's not a day off at all.
5:08PM--doing some laundry, gonna do more tomorrow...I found the mini-amp, the batteries seem to be in good shape...I'll check it out tomorrow. And I set the clock under the TV! That doing that makes me feel good is crazy, but I don't care.
  5:42PM--still NOT excited about sitting in with Ray on Thursday...hopefully I'll be at least a little excited by the time I get to Killarney House. And hopefully I'll play well.
7:57PM--not gonna watch Star Trek tonight, it is (IMO) the most boring episode of the whole series. I'm ready to go to sleep, but I can't go to bed this early. I'm gonna aim for 11PM.
10:30PM--Dianne has made me a "to do" list, and I made one as well. It looks like I'm gonna be really busy tomorrow. So much for that "day off" idea, right?
10:43PM--I will be able to make that secret trip to the Recycling Center; Dianne will be leaving to take one of her parents to the doctor. I guess they were more nervous than I was. But I bet Dianne is unhappy about missing work. Oh well...
WEDNESDAY 3/16/22 10AM--half of MY list is done...a teeny tiny bit of Dianne's list is almost done. I'm doing laundry and soaking my left foot in epsom salt--for (hopefully) the next 22 minutes.
10:14AM-at this point in time, Ray needs me to play BASS...If he can come up with an amp, I'd be glad to...
12:28PM--The answer to the question "Am I playing Bass, or Guitar?" can only be answered vaguely at this point in time. If I had my way (fat chance) I would be playing Bass. Just about the only time I can test the guitar gear is after Dianne gets off from work...and she will likely work late to make up for the time she spent away from her desk this morning.Naturally.
5:10PM--a bizarre afternoon...I wanted to, but could not get the mid-day nap I enjoy so much. So I went to the Post Office, and as I made my back to the car, I, er, uh, had an "accident" in my pants. I hope no one saw me leave a small sample of the stuff in the parking lot.I was more angry than embarrassed.
       Also, I was bummed out thinking I lost the refferral to the place where I intended to get new diabetic shoes. It turns out I left it at Dr. Lahr's office--which explains why I couldn't find it..The processs for getting a new referral is underway. As skeptical aas I've been about physical therapy, it's entirely possible that it's helping. Still, I'll be glad to get back home. I hope to be back home by nine thirty, if not earlier.

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