The battery in my pedometer died today, and I thought for sure it was going to be good for longer than three months. I can get it for $5.95 at the jewelry store, but they only accept cash for batteries. There isn’t enough for me to get it from the ATM, so I will have to forego the pedometer for a while. It has been a good tool, and since the crystal in my watch shattered, the pedometer has doubled as my watch.
I’m not quite so depressed today, but I’ve been awake since 0340, and I’m really hoping I can sleep tonight.
While I was out schmoozing with some of the neighbors, one of them (inflated ego for sure) who lives in the apartment I moved out of three years ago (four in November) decided I should allow her to give my back a massage, as she saw me get up a little stiffly. She was almost insistent on it, and finally, as I was leaving, I told her that I have had spinal arthritis since I was 14, that I have had spinal surgery, and that no one could touch my back unless that person was licensed and bonded. But thanks for the offer.
She and I have had a few differences because she seems to think she is the answer to everything and everyone... She is SUCH a $h!t!
The local drug stores handle those specialty batteries now that Radio Shack has gone tango uniform.
You have to take care of yourself even if it means being a little rude.
20 more minutes of my movie. I think a lot of people are going to die.