I had to be up for nearly 48 hours straight with work and so when I got home today at four I ate a cheese sandwich and then totally crashed out. My doorbell rang at 7 and I leaped up, utterly convinced it was 7 a.m. It was my neighbours inviting me to come and spend time with them and the kids on a family outing and then to stay for dinner and a movie on Saturday. We’ve been doing the great item exchange of late. I wore one of the knee-length sweater dusters, beautifully made, to work today that my neighbour gifted me from her closet last week. I passed off my last full set of juice glasses to them (the kids break their glasses almost as often as Batya breaks mine) and some other things. It has been fun to come home to find a closet giftie hanging on my door.
I’m about to head back to sleep. Tomorrow I need to clean my apartment, find the damn lawyer’s name, and take Mousie into the vet — he had a month-long steroid injection just two weeks ago and already can’t eat.