The tongues of my new shoes keep slipping out while I walk. It's entirely because the collar is weirdly shaped and the tongues themselves don't have loops for the laces.
I'm glad that my avatar spreads joy to the world in all seasons, not just Christmas. My rant for today is that I just now realised I haven't changed it all year! Meaning Bowie, Dylan and Prince haven't been on my avatar all that time.
I have a hard enough time not tripping while wearing running shoes, or slippers, or bare feet, while walking on a perfectly flat surface. Me in high heels is a recipe for disaster.
My sister just called home again. She didn't sound terrible, but not good as she did earlier in the day.
She asked if I would be available to drive her both to a psychiatrist appointment and a pediatrician appointments that are both scheduled for next Monday. (She is not sure what time either of them is yet.) She said they told her she would be going home before the end of this week, maybe as soon as Wednesday morning if her blood work looks good tomorrow.
She no longer seems to be on board with the plan of moving back in with us and avoiding her husband for a while when there is not a therapist present.
She is making excuses for him again, blaming mismatched communication styles, and saying that she trusts her mother-in-law to keep the peace well enough. She said that she has a responsibility to her baby to make the marriage work and is thankful for all the help they have both provided.
The tongues of my new shoes keep slipping out while I walk. It's entirely because the collar is weirdly shaped and the tongues themselves don't have loops for the laces.
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