The CUBS avoided a sweep by The Rays by winning their Sunday game in extra innings. Rizzo looks like he may be coming out of the rough patch he's been going through - his single won the game. Javier Baez, if nothing else, seems to have energized the team.
Not a lot of meandering to do, today. I wish I could settle into a routine - but with Grannie in hostpital, Annie gone (through Divorce), the Great Bed Fiasco*, and a whole bunch of other little things, it seems like establishing a "routine" is going to be very difficult for a while.
*You don't know about the Great Bed Fiasco, do you? Well, the long and short of it is simple - weekend before last I bought a mattress and box spring set at Bedding Experts, and last Saturday I took apart the Sleep Number Bed and made it available for Annie to take. Then I came home and put MY bed together, went to Ikea and got slats to go on the bedframe and then called the store to tell them I was coming to pick up my mattress set - only to be told it won't be in until Monday (today). So. I got out my queen size blow up mattress, put some batteries in the built-in pump, and pumped up the mattress, put on the jersey sheet I just bought at Meijer's, laid down on the bed to test it out and promply felt the mattress let me slowly down onto the slats. It won't hold air. Phooey.
I slept the last two nights on the couch in the living room - not the most comfortable sleeping there is, I can tell you.
This is the point where I was going to express my need for a woman, but to do so might make some feel as though there were baser instincts at work. And there ARE. But my real motivation is the ability of a companion to help me focus, stay on task, and order my existence. Left to my own devices, I am scattered and easily distracted. ADD - on steriods.