Still cool enough this morning that I haven't had to turn the fan on.
Shawn and I made it to the Food Handler's Permit place at 3:31, lost a little. I had to call to find out where on the site we were supposed to be. I told her I knew they stopped taking the aps at 3:30, and that it was 3:31, and I was nice and so was she, and she would we be fine. She told me how to get to her building. Someone was ahead of us in line, which worked out well, because we did not have the last four numbers of his social. We had time to try to get it with phone calls to Chris and Barry, but were unsuccessful. She did not make a big deal out of it, and let us get it anyway. So, he walked out of there with his card. He was happy about that. "Now I have two cards for my walled," he said, and laughing, showing his wallet, unfolding, "FBI."
I also got both of them to Fantastic Sams, and made it to Walgreens for their shampoo and medicine, so I felt pretty good about accomplishing those things.
Gene and Martha called last night, and I wasn't on speaker phone so didn't have that strange echo, and had a nice visit with both of them.
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