Time to pound the limestone or hit the pavement or whatever

DUDE IT IS HUMID

I got up and walked with my landlord & his dog at SIX THIRTY AM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHOCKING. BEYOND BELIEF. I AM NOT KIDDING.
VOLUNTARILY UP FOR A WALK AT SIX THIRTY? PIGS ARE FLYING IN A FROZEN HELL.

Moving on. I need to do laundry, prep for some errands, and I think I'll try and hit LeBonheur if they'll accept me (ie no overload of volunteers, I doubt it though), and then I'm meeting OT classmate Virginia in the afternoon to do the LACLS with her (the leather lacing assessment) since she might be doing that soon for real and I had 3 months of practice on my geriatric psychosocial rotation. Then tonight there is a birthday dinner. If I stay up all day and stay active, maybe I'll actually be able to fall asleep at a reasonable hour, AND THAT WOULD BE AWESOME.

Hoping for a good awake day!! Naps are luscious but so evil.  Lester is snorkling as he grooms himself after a tasty meal of pureed mush that he gets on his EYEBROWS because he is such a mess. He needs oral motor intervention…from God I guess.

Ok. Stop procrastinating. LAUNDRY. Oh the pain.