Progress, not perfection

It’s nearly 11 pm, way past my bedtime.
Badger made the mistake of opening my desk drawer. 
She saw the mess and flipped her lid.
I very happily shove everything I think needs keeping into my desk drawers and my file cabinet drawers.

She’s had me trapped for over an hour, making me sort through my junk.
I have a good‑sized trash bag full of things she made me deal with.
OK, fine. 
My desk and file cabinet look right nice now.
I just didn’t want to go through it this late at night.
As I told her, I’m not a vampire like her.
 I’m a chicken.
I’m up with the sun and in bed before 11 pm.
She doesn’t start getting perky until the sun goes down.

It’s Thursday, so it was town day.
We stopped at the thrift store. 
Badger found this giant framed poster of “The Phantom of the Opera.”
She hasn’t figured out where she’s going to put it, but it came home with us.
I found a watermelon pinwheel. 
They had four of them in different colors, but I only wanted the watermelon.

Walmart, of course. 
Where else does one buy groceries?
Don’t answer that.

CVS said they couldn’t fill Cowboy’s medication because the prescription was inactive.
I had to call the doctor when I got home, and of course they hadn’t called CVS to tell them to stop filling it.
Cowboy has to have that prescription.
They said they’d call a refill in.
I can’t help but wonder if that snafu with Texas is the cause.

Our last stop was at Tractor Supply. 
Those doggone chickens go through an awful lot of food.
Of course, Badger and I had to go to the Goodwill.

Once home, we unloaded groceries, fed the chickens, and gathered eggs.

Badger prepared Chinese food for dinner.

Cowboy’s time to leave for work came quickly.

We took a short walk, avoiding the beagle.
Later we watched movies, until she opened my drawer and the clean‑up began.

We had light rain and some thunder. 
It turned into a good evening to stay inside.