My little alarm clock broke. I bought it at Walmart for $3.00 when D was just a baby. In fact, I think I was still living with Patrick at the time. Man, that’s a loooong time ago. Dark times. Glad that chapter in my life is over.
Now, I’ve got to find a digital clock with English instructions. I may have to just cough up the cash and buy one at the Galleria Mall for 400 kwai. Ugh! I hate spending that much money on a clock, but I guess it’s OK, since I had this one for 18 years.
Last night out of the blue, my knee decided it didn’t like bending. That was totally unexpected. It happened before when I was in Nanjing. When I woke up the next morning, it was fine. Same thing happened this morning. I wonder what triggered it? As a result, I didn’t exercise this morning, well that combined with the fact that I woke up 45 minutes late.