Megan called. Worried about leaving Butters at home instead
of taking him to the store. The boss doesn’t want him there any longer. My
Della is droopy. Looks a lot like Eeyore. Don’t know if it’s vet time or not.
It’s smoky and humid again. All these wet spells remind me of hot flashes. Not a
great memory. Today I’ll go to PT and walk, shop, and hang out in my home.
Unless I get a better offer. Something fun.
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