Reluctantly, I ventured into the cold–and misting rain–for a trip into Livingston. First, a much-needed haircut. (“Shaggy dog” [hair] drives me crazy!!) Second, a walk through every aisle grocery shopping.

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Earlier in the day “Where’s my coat?” and “Where’s my umbrella?” Mid-afternoon, “Where do I put these items?” (Limited space in my trailer home.) ~~~~~ I’m cold and tempted to cuddle in my Slanket. Instead, “Where’s my sweater?”