In the morning I did not wake up in the she shed. I decided to have some breakfast first, and went into town to the highly rated Doo-Dah Diner. This is apparently some sort of nickname for folks from Wichita. Maybe they should try again. They were very busy and the hostess tried to steer me to the counter but I just couldn't do a stool with no back with my back right now, so they were nice enough to seat me at a table by myself. They had good, cheap food, with complimentary monkey bites. These turned out to be little fried bready, cakey nuggets with a texture halfway between a fritter and a cinnamon roll, covered with the same sort of sticky, sweet cinnamony goo in cinnamon rolls. Highly rated, indeed!
So after breakfast I still had the task of getting settled into the she shed. After all the drama of last night it was uneventful after texting back and forth with the she shed hosts. It looks like I was in the right place after all. I'll have you know I adopted this nickname before it became apparent that my hosts may be lesbians ("not that there's anything wrong with that").
Thursday was a big day of chores and getting settled into a new place for more than a week. There was laundry in a spotlessly clean place that had just opened up, a quick Costco run for pillows I needed and shirts I didn't, Walmart for pillow cases and a cheap box fan, and groceries so I didn't have to stop writing and leave just because I was hungry. In the afternoon I brought back some Panda Express and worked on the blog. In the evening I caught up with Stranger Things, especially since Heather didn't want to watch anymore.
In the morning I worked on the blog a little more, then finally banged out a couple pages of adhesive bonding text for the meeting. Friday night it was pizza again at a place called Picasso's. They had pizzas bigger than the tables in a French bistro, so the pizza boxes barely fit through the door. A slice was plenty for dinner. That evening I finished re-watching season two of ST and got started on three.
Saturday morning I wrote for the blog, and in the afternoon wrote almost four pages for the meeting. During breaks I cleansed my mental palate with episodes of BoJack Horseman. Saturday night I picked up dinner at the College Hill Deli down the street from Picassos, then wailed through the middle of season three of ST.
Sunday morning I was again back at the blog, almost caught up. In the afternoon I wrote about eight pages of text broken up by several episodes of Bojack. That makes a total of about 14 pages of text in three days! Well, that's really good for me. That evening I finished off season three of ST - excellent! I guess I'm as ready as I'm going to get for the meeting.
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