The great inspection is over. The spot underfoot wasn’t one picked for a check this time. Computer choice is what tells the person where to go. It was a worry since the bathroom’s one place in need of a cleaning. Reviews take place several times a year by different authorities. With that out of the way, there might be more peace for a time. The search for a helper, of course, goes on with no reply yet from the ads or agency-type requests, and no contact from Helping Lady.
The Avon item was shorted. It wasn’t essential. As nothing was delivered, a new order (sometimes it is important needs, but sometimes it’s other stuff) went by email which saves on writing it out. Food truck was due today. The Lunch Lady’s visit brought eggs again. An emergency (of sorts) developed with the possible “great” visit and another agency scheduled visit for Thursday. Evaluations and reviews can make people nervous wrecks. On Friday Older Friend rescued things.
The winter’s about over and there’s been no snow, apart from some few flakes a few times that melted immediately. It’s a scary idea to think it will be a very hot summer. Old folks don’t do well if it is hot. (They don’t necessarily do well even if it isn’t hot. Saturday was typical for that. Light bulb replacement amid the plants from the scooter isn’t very easy, took much effort.) It is also Presidents’ day; what’s been up in the lobby spaces is St. Patrick’s Day stuff.
There is such a thing as being too early.