I let myself get so distracted that I still haven't had my dinner, and it's already nine o'clock. A few days ago I got so distracted that I sent in my telephone bill and forgot to put the check in the envelope. Fortunately, I've never yet gotten so distracted that I've gone out of the house without my pants. When that happens, it's time to go into a care home. People run around care homes without their pants all the time. In fact, that's probably the main reason people move into them— so they can run around without pants. Also so they can get their dinner on time, and have no telephone bills to pay.
Too bad I don't have all the ingredients for making burritos. A burrito would be nice.
The house got weatherized today. The doors to the outside and the garage now have seals, so there shouldn't be as many drafts as there used to be. I doubt if it will lower the heating bill by very much, the walls still being uninsulated and the windows still having single panes, but at least the rooms will be less likely to get stiff breezes blowing through them when all the windows are closed.
Six hours later:
I let myself get so distracted that I forgot to post this entry. But my pants are still on.