Lacking

I believe Poppy's bout with dullness may be catching because I'm feeling just as dull here. Not Poppy's fault, of course. Actually I would call it more of a coincidence than the spreading of dullness.

There's just nothing going on here. I really wouldn't mind going out for a few hours but so far this week we've had the ever-present parade of friends and neighbors and therapists in and out so me gathering a few hours together to get out has been severely hampered.

And if I don't get myself to the post office tomorrow morning, Sally is going to come kick my ass - which, I suppose, could be a good thing because it would break the monotony.