Finished the Federal, working on Mass.

After re-reading the cancellation document from the solar company financing firm at least a half-dozen times, I finally saw that a telegram counts as confirmation in writing. So, no need to go to the post office today to send a certified letter.

I lined up a couple of visits to North Adams tomorrow to drop off Ron’s lined jeans that need a new zipper and to pick up a framed photograph that had been damaged in the move.

Ron visited the food pantry today and brought home a bunch of stuff I would have left but never mind.

I resented this because a) I’d given him a list (he “forgot”) and b) I hate having to make do with ersatz ingredients. Lowest form of household chore in my view and I detest it.

Meanwhile, the downstairs bathroom looks like he had another accident.

Appointment to fix the truck was canceled, the tech is sick with the Covid virus.

Did more work on the Remedy app.