I'm waiting for a new refridgerator to be delivered thismorning.
Then I have to drive down the coast. I hate that highway. Four lanes of sheer, lane changing-speed ignoring terror. The speed limit is 110, but many drivers go over that speed and many, I suspect through absolute terror, drive much more slowly than the state limit of 100.
I hope to be back not too late tonight. There's some stuff I want to say, and a story I want to tell. I haven't looked at the papers today, and won't have time before I go. I don't want to get home too late.
I must unload the large fridge and the tuckerbox freezer when the new frige gets here, no mean task (I suffer from a genetic condition endemic in my family, well, there's two. One we affectionately refer to as "flat surface disease", any flat surface becomes a home for all sorts of crap and paperwork and so on, and the other is hoarding - I believe this was triggered by Nanna's living in the depression. It does skip a member here and there, actually I think it skipped mum's gen, but it's got me. .....one day....)
No fridge today - only one delivery person on weekends and he can't manage it on his own. He just phoned to see if someone's here to help him - I really can't. So it's postponed to a weekday, when I can organise it.
It's fine, the old fridge is still working.
So, now I'd better get dressed and head off to the coast.
The sooner I'm there the sooner I can come back.