The Island of Lost Luggage

I’ve been filling out a profile for Stitch, which a site for 50+ people that you can use to make friends. But they want a picture of me holding a code, and I’m in my pajamas, so no.

A pair of my glasses is missing. I can’t figure out what I did with them. I guess that I need to order another pair.

The bookcases have arrived. I wrestled four of them inside, and I’ll get the other three later (done). Wow, they're heavy.

I think that I finally appeased the person with all the requests at work. More work is piling up.

Zara likes lying in front of the window with the a/c in it, I guess because of a breeze. I turned the a/c on for her, and she ran. She doesn’t trust anything that makes noise!

Ugh. I drove to tai chi and realized that I forgot my tai chi shoes when I got there. So I drove back home. I put the shoes in the car where I should keep them. (I keep my yoga bag in the car.) Just as well because I’m getting a headache. I’ll lie down for a while.

Someone having a garage sale is selling a yard swing that I like, but other people are interested. That gave me the idea to look at swings with canopies on Wayfair. A lot of them aren’t cheap, but there are a few bargains. I also looked on Facebook Marketplace but didn’t see anything that I liked.

Got the recycling out. Bought a rack for the weight plates for my dumbbells and a basket to put my exercise mat and Pilates trainer in.

Fuck. I can't find my (physical) Italian flashcards that I wrote up. Clearly they're off somewhere wearing my missing glasses.

Studied Italian. And now I need to crash. The evenings go by quickly.