Today, I had an opportunity to "hoof it" to the post office to ship an item. It's a fairly warm day, but as they say, "it's not the heat; it's the humidity," so once I returned, I could have been described as a "hot mess." I don't normally sweat - I'm just not built that way, I guess - unless it's unbearably hot or humid or I've really exerted myself. So today: blech. But my package weighed less than a pound, so it was pretty easy for me to get my pace back up, almost to 3.5 mph (that was my "norm" back home in my walkable neighborhood in California). I'm pretty pleased.
AND, I got some more Flea Market stuff reorganized. And, I'm in the middle of some laundry, and a crock-pot dinner prep. So I've been sufficiently productive today, and a friend from back home reached out via text, so I'm pretty grateful for just, you know, everything today.
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Happy Birthday, Grandma Mason, and to my other "surrogate" Grandma Edna, as well. I hope you're both resting peacefully, or at least playing together, something fun.
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