Started heady post yesterday, but it will have to wait. Might do tiny heady post now - wait and see. Topic: coincidence.
Have not found or garnered sleeping pants, which I need. So, I have taken to wearing thigh-high fishnet stockings. From some Halloween costume. Weaving means many spots are pockets for warmth. My white socks are over them, when I go outside. Only problem, a few inches of them can be seen between my socks and my robe. So, that's what was on my mind when I went to check my mail a few minutes ago. Opened the door, and some loud voice came out of nowhere! Turned out to be the mailman, talking to crazy man downstairs. So, I see him coming my way, and I close the door. Waiting for him to deliver my mail. Then I retrieved it when he went away. Living ni the shadows.
Always been a little like that most of my life. But, soon, e.g., marijuana will be legal, and I can smoke it again, no longer in paranoia. A few years ago, I asked my CFS specialist if he could get the hospital to accept medical marijuana. Not a chance, even though he probably is the head of the hospital's board. So, people in medical need had to go w/o. Now we have to battle the professional morons at the new city-run pot dispensary which is, by the way, strategically located far away from all the poor (black) people, where I live. Got to make myself sick just to get my medicine. But, smoking it will be so great, especially in these fishnet stockings, lol.
So - yes - I did get my $50 refund in the mail, and all that looks good.
I really don't know about trekking to the stores today, as I am a bit ill. Will need to rest or sleep, followed by a deep hot bath, by which time it may be getting dark. Pooh on Father Winter.