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I did not have a restful night, thanks to the bruised ribs deciding that their interests had been neglected. About 4:00 a.m. Trooper arrived on the bed, surveyed the situation, administered head-butts, and stretched out back-to-back with me. Honest to ghu, it’s like sleeping with a German shepherd. Except German shepherd’s don’t purr. Trooper has a Most Satisfying purr, and I was probably asleep inside of three minutes, to wake, at 8:30 limber enough to get the trash out to the road before the town truck went by.
Breakfast included two aspirin; after they kicked in, I drove Kineo to the Post Office and retrieved the package waiting for me there — a softcover edition of The Beast of the Rails, Book One of the Second Journey of Agatha Heterodyne, and! a signed photo of Bangladesh Dupree, suitable for framing, a bookmark, a Transylvania Polynostic University Student ID, and a. . .something. A paper medal depicting Agatha atop a Bear, as it runs at a Toothy Mechanical Dragon. Agatha is holding a lance.
The rest of the errands included picking up prescriptions at CVS, and completing the grocery shopping I had let slide on Tuesday, because — ouch.
I am now home, and exhausted, and trying to decide if I should have lunch before I take a nap, or forget about lunch and just go straight to nap.
I had hoped to get more done this week. Silly me.
In other news, it’s a truly gorgeous day here in Central Maine — Sunny, dry, and about 71F/22C. Really a perfect day to go for a drive. . .or maybe not.
I have heard from Steve; he’s on the road and heading Maine-ward. Depending on roadwork/detours and other summertime travel hazards, he could be home this evening.
I’m going to. . .*flips coin*
Go take a nap.