Solving the puzzle
Getting up early, because I didn’t want to appear too lackadaisical when a contractor stopped by, was a wasted effort. No show, today. There’s always tomorrow, right?
We decided to go back to our furniture puzzle this morning. Using the old “if this fits here, and that fits there, then it must be how it works” actually turned out to be a good approach; the new desk and cupboard units are in place, ready for the next chapter in our lives. The bed will come after I’ve had more time to”imagine the possibilities” for the remaining pieces. I mean, it’s a bed. Must have something in common with what I’ve slept in, for almost all of my life.
Son #3 headed off for another afternoon of scientific endeavour. The team has been gone for better than eight hours, so I have to assume that they’re doing what they planned (aerial survey with a photographic drone). I’d love to watch, but I’ll wait for a day when I’m less bothered by cramps.
Not sure what’s wrong, but the tummy has been gummy for better than sixteen hours; I’m ready to return to bed and hope for the relief of sleep. Maybe tomorrow everything will be sorted out. I called to see if our health cards were printed; not yet. Unlike a driver’s license, where I pay up front for the privilege, the free health system has an impact on provincial finances (should I need to see a doctor). For that reason, the “three month” quarantine is scrupulously kept, in all provinces. Why pay any earlier than you need to?
Late this evening, the drone “checked out” the state of my kingdom:
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