best laid plans . . . ya da, ya da.
today's walk will have to wait. I'm already dressed and don't feel like changing into gym clothes, so I'll just walk until it's dark out and the temperatures drop. I can walk with temps in the eighties. In the nineties is my own personal danger zone, especially if I walk on city streets (even small amounts of smog/exhaust trigger my asthma).
So . . . I'll enjoy lunch
and then do some laundry. I'll take a walk downtown tonight.
I'm out of detergent. It appears my detergent is on sale at Kroger, so I'll go buy some. And I'll visit the bank. And I'll check to see if the Crown Vic is done. the glass repair folks just stopped by to look at the Buick's windshield. It can't be patched, must be replaced, so I can take the car for the day.