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I April Fooled myself yesterday. I set out to make a quick trip to Zales to pick up the levothyroxin I ordered on Sunday, and absent-mindedly followed the route to Lowery's. I didn't realize what I'd done until I saw the store.
Being a Loveless, I couldn't turn around and go back the way I came, so I crossed Winona and came back as if I'd gone to the store. This involved a great deal of walking, and I took quick tours of Karma and Chimp's along the the way, so it was nearly an hour after departure before I got to Zale's.
Where I got April Fooled again. It was thirty-three days before the Feds would let me have more levothyroxin. I don't have thirty-three Levothyroxin tablets; I must count them and go back soon. If the feds are Medicare, I can simply pay for it myself, and levothyroxin is cheap. If it's the nanny state, we'll have to get a prescription from Dr. Darr.
In addition Alendurinal and Lisenoprill were ready even though I hadn't ordered them. I'm still ahead on Alendurinal from when I mislaid the pills and had to buy an extra box. (I did find the mislaid pills, just twelve hours before time to take the next dose.)
It's a reasonable lead time on the Lisenopril, but the new pills are duplicates of Levothyroxin except for being slightly pink. I'm going to have to be very, very careful for ninety days.
We also learned yesterday that we'd have won the bet that the nanny state wouldn't let us make even though our financial advisor told them that we could afford that much risk. You aren't allowed to gamble on the stock market unless you can prove that you are already so rich that winning won't make much difference to you.
April fools in my comic strips were sparse and lame.
I edited and mailed the March Banner late yesterday. No fooling. Some fooling around about getting on with it.
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Countdown timer just told me to take out the trash, but there's hardy any trash in the barrel and a thunderstorm is brewing. Weather Underground says that there will be little wind next Thursday.
There it is again: a faint whump, whump, whump like a washing machine or a motor turning an unbalanced load, which I can hear only while lying in bed. It's happened only once before, but at half-past three in the morning, that's once too often.
Part of the April fool is explained: I told Dave that I would have to count my pills and go to Zale's again, and he wanted to see the date on the bottle.
There are plenty of levothyroxin pills in the bottle. ?? I distinctly recall that there were very few when I took it to the computer to send in my order.
There are only four pills in the old Lisenopril bottle. When I order pills, all I read on the bottle is the prescription number.
But where did the Alendurinal come from?
Weather Underground says that my Saturday excursion will be by car. I told Dave that that meant that I couldn't go to Carniceria San Jose, since there is no way I'm going to back a car into SR 25. He reminded me that Chimp's Comics' very large parking lot is right across the street.
On Thursday, Chelsea finished all our chores in two hours, which was very awkward. And I never thought of asking her to take all the stuff off the sewing machine that we use as a sideboard so that I could shake the peanut skins out of the towel.
Gone be a two-page chore list next Thursday.
I made colcannon (seasoned mashed potatoes) Friday, and baked an Omaha Steaks bacon-wrapped filet.
It took me a long time to notice that the toasters flying through a black void reflect a blue sky, but I haven't once seen them not reflecting a blue sky. Until I looked up just now and saw dead white toasters flying into my face. They are back to blue sky now.
The airplane-wing toasters have a much more complex choreogrpy than the bird-winged ones did. Dave says that the original screensaver had no wings at all.
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