a working day

As the coffee was brewing this morning, I colored my hair. After finishing the beverage chores, I was able to shower and get ready for the workday. It was my job to man the cash register so that David could finish sorting the truckload from last week, moving it out of the sorting area. That way he is ready for the truck coming in Saturday.
My day was busy, with the customers spaced out enough that there was never more than 2 in the store at one time, but I was usually busy. The one time a longer break in the customers occurred, David suggested I take a book out on the deck that connects 2of the kwonset huts. There was a comfortable breeze. Of course, that did not last long.
After work, I brought my book back to the deck, but could not stay. The no-see-mms wereout in force. These are tiny little bugs that make no sound, but do bite. I usually do not know I have been bitten until the bite shows. I was under the mistaken impression that they did not like me: when we came for a week, it seemed I was never bitten. Perhaps I just got inside early enough and stayed there.

As I was leaving Canton, the usual doctors visit revealed that I am "borderline diabetic" The doctor here has asked for daily tests on a regimin, and I have been trying to learn to use the machine. A day off tomorrow will solve that one: help will be down the street.

After the weekly staff meeting, I will go exploring. Someone suggested a day trip to Biloxi: I will head in that direction, but may not get that far. There are several interesting towns along the way. I will take 90, the coastal route.