Thursdays is a rather quiet day ideally for me at home. I usually run around like a bare assed rabbit Monday – Wednesday. Friday is another long day of hunter-gathering and it’s the day my apartment gets its once over with a vacuum and mop. I try to do my admin but even if it’s 40 degrees in the shade, I might venture out on hellonwheels to do some of the things to get ahead of the demands on my one shopping/food prep shift each week.
It’s a great feeling of independence, power and achievement to get out and get things done.
Yesterday I got to the post office. Tick! Tick! Tick! Got to the Pet Shop. Tick! Tick! Tick! Chemist Tick! And the eco-green shop. Tick! Then home.
One of my regulars questioned why I was not there on the Friday?
The woman at the Greek deli gave me good advice. I had explained I was trying to get ahead of the following day and she said “Never worry about tomorrow. It’s going to happen anyway”