I’m home finally. I spent almost 2.5 hours with Geek Squad trying to get Busdaddy’s printer to work. They finally found the right driver and killed about 800 malware viruses. (Virusi?)
And I feel like Mother Hubbard. I’m nearly out of string cheese, which I use the most the stave off the hunger from the hypoglycemia, and I think I have enough to get a small package of it. But I sure don’t want to go to Walmart to get it...It’s time for the Blue-Haired Walmartians to be out.
The mailman actually delivered mail at Busdaddy’s yesterday, so the thank you card went out. I think that’s the last one...or next to the last...I think.
It’s overcast and windy and only 73 degrees. *sigh*
I walked almost three miles yesterday at Busdaddy’s because his house is so big and so strangely laid out. Nothing is convenient to anything else.
Anyway, now that I’m home, I don’t want to be. Go figger.
I went to the Scout Shop because we needed some new uniform pants and some books. Now I’m in financial shock! Other than that, I’m still trying to get paperwork for day camp: down to 3 missing items ...
After a time, you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing after all as wanting. It is not logical, but it is often true. - Mr. Spock.