Some days Terry and I, working together, have about half a brain. That's how it's been today.
This wasn't from looking after the grandkids but from shopping at IKEA for a bed. We had to measure everything and decide what would fit the small space we have in the condo and concluded that, even though it is a pretty tight fit, we needed a king-size bed. While deliberating over all of this we had to contend with a store sound system pounding out 70's favorites, which were a terrible distraction when trying to measure things and do math. Finally, we threw our hands up, so to speak, and tracked down an employee (Thanks, Ed), who answered our questions and solved our problems in a few minutes. So tomorrow the bed will be delivered. Let the hassle of assembly begin!
And I am dealing with language meltdown. I ordinarily don't notice how so much language has become just sludge, due to advertising and other kinds of assault on meaning. There is more language around than ever, and more and more of it makes no sense at all. A good example was a sign at IKEA that said this: "Like sun and water and food, every BODY deserves a good night's sleep." The cognitive strain of making sense of this sentence has to tell on a person, I think.
Well, tonight I will fix a good meal and have a glass of wine. That is clear enough. I am in awe of people of my age who manage their lives on their own. I don't think I do it.