And here I was, just having fun.
The cold or whatever mostly leaves me weak and a little short of breath. Coughing is sporadic, though unpleasant and sneezes are rare. Sunday it seems to have at least stabilized, so I took my scooter over to the donut place for a midmorning snack.
The scooter didn't want to start at first. I have let it sit idle through this scorching summer and it shows. But I got it going.
There's a whole new pastry place across the street from the Dancing Donut. I buzzed by it but did not stop in, my heart already set on good old-fashioned sinkers. Sinkers I had -- their cinnamon-sugared "plain jane," which is just about the platonic ideal of a traditional American donut.
Riding to the place, I had realized the scooter was about out of gas. That called for a side trip to fill up (about a gallon and a half), so I did, and made it back home with a stop for groceries on the way.
I'd planned to ride to the drugstore and the five and dime (oh, okay -- Meijer or Target). Putting the groceries away, that seemed unwise, so I drove instead, there being critical shortages of a number of items like cat litter and sugar. Finished all that, took my cough syrup, made a little late lunch and ate it in front of the TV. Dozed off twice and when I stood up, the room spun.
The cough syrup, of course. Cleared away the dishes, fiddled around online for awhile, then went to bed. Along about 0230, the cough syrup wore off and I was Wide. Awake. And coughing. Got over both eventually, slept until alarm time, and now here I am. Perhaps I won't be going much of anywhere today.
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