Dot dot dot... drove the Highlander to Krause Toyota for a fuel pump recall fix; while it was there I had them do the state inspection... a bright morning, showing off the wildflowers along the roadside; chicory in the industrial park and popping up next to Grange Road... after picking up the prepared Toyota, I drove west on Route 22 to the Kutztown exit, turned around and drove back east on Old Route 22, past Pinnacle Ridge Winery, past a flock of sheep, past a couple of brick buildings with big picture windows that likely housed new cars half a century ago... back on 22 at New Smithville, back off again at Fogelsville, then south on 100 to the Wawa.
Months ago, I'd drive on an interstate highway to Tabby's Place, then stop at a convenience store for snacks before driving back home. This was the closest I'd come to that experience since March. And believe it or not, doing that rough approximation this afternoon helped my frame of mind. Getting tired of work from home, play from home, stay at home except for a grocery run.
Leg muscle injury feels nearly normal now... not sure if it's only because it's healing or whether taking Pat's pain meds is the reason. Nice to be able to climb steps again, though.
Gave up on the '68 Cardinals after yet another loss, and managed only 2 of the final 10 games, both losses. The Cards finished 89-73, eight wins less than real life, and in a tie for 2nd with the Pirates, six games behind the Giants. When you have a cleanup hitter worse than .250/.300/.400 (Cepeda), you're not going to score many runs.
Pizza and Pepsi for supper. Made two 800-gram crusts and six half-cup servings of sauce, with the extra going into the freezer.
Pat picked out some shoes and I ordered them. Still waiting on my latest purchase of U of Nebraska apparel, and both of us are waiting for Overhead Door to reschedule the installation of garage door openers. I've emailed OD twice and never got the courtesy of a reply. That's not good business.
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