Posted on 02/13/2018 6:45:34 AM PST by Red Badger
So, Sally is already adding value.
At least some people have “things” happening around them. I’m stuck in the same ol’ rut of aches and pains and gossip.
Zeke just told me Eddie was going to school (teaching?) and what was Wendy going to do for an attorney now. I told Zeke I saw him more than I did Eddie, so he’ll have to ask Eddie about the veracity of the claim.
I don’t know why, but I got a mail-in ballot today because it seems there is to be a special vote, though I don’t understand why. I just know I have to mail it in before July 17.
Charlie didn’t ask me why I was sitting on the other side of the table from him today, but it appeared he was making an effort not to slap the bench. Some days, I wonder why I’m such an awful person. Other days, I think my Awful Meter needs a refill.
And now because it appears that this relapse is full-blown, I’m going to bed because the chills have overtaken me. Not only that, but it seems I’m repeating myself. See all y’all tomorrow.
Question apropos of nothing.
Do they put pictures of missing Trans people on cartons of half-n-half?
H/T to Gary Mule Deer
I hope you feel better tomorrow.
Heh, mildly amusing.
Things are not looking well for tonight’s swim meet.
Thor gave a thumb-down to the swim meet. Calculations were run, and it was determined that our team couldn’t win even if we won 1-2-3 in all the remaining events, so we conceded.
In other weird animal news, I’m taking Sally tomorrow afternoon to interview for a rat-sitting job.
Kitteh says, “I be da rat sitter!!! Me!”
Relapses don’t improve overnight, darnit. One goes to bed exhausted and wakes up very tired. Sleep is not refreshing. It’s just sleep. And not good sleep.
And there are a lot of other things involved in it that aren’t fun to endure, but it is what it is. I just have to deal with it as it comes, and try not to overextend myself.
I’ll get that ballot mailed this morning. Zeke is coming over so I need to shower and print out a letter for him. He’ll be moving within the next week or two, as he is one of those in Phase I, so he will be gone, soon. What a relief! I’ll have to give him all his letters this morning. Happy day.
Off to the shower. (Some days, even a shower is an effort and that’s as good as the day gets, because it wears me out.)
Sounds like a busy morning. I need to clean my glasses!
Whaddaya mean, some days? Otherwise, this part I understand.
I once thought that I would live forever, but that was an eternity ago.
The shower was tiring. It won’t be much busier, even though I am out of yogurt. I don’t think I have the energy to go to Walmart.
I’m also hoping this is the last time I need to deal with Zeke. He wears me out, too.
I checked FB to see what’s going on there and THAT wore me out because two total strangers wanted to argue with me. NOT arguing.
And my nephew posted that Mitt Romney won the senate seat in Utah. I just think of MA and I know all I need to know about him. He’s a RINO “Jack-Mormon.” Poor Utah.
It’s hot and humid here. The boys are sluggish, and the cats are damp.
Sounds suspiciously like a Monday in your neck of the woods!
I just went out to toss something in the trash and it’s very nice out. If I felt up to it, I’d take a walk and see if the demolition equipment is up on the Pacific Avenue side. If the crews aren’t wearing HAZ-MAT suits when they start to tear into this place, I’ll play the part of a whistle blower, as these were built with asbestos was in favor. Also, most of the places have mold inside the walls because of inattention to the placement of the sprinklers.
Welp it must be time to find that letter in the catacombs and make another copy of it. I’ll just bring it up because Zeke has the name of the new director, so I’ll have to wait until he gets here. Ungh.
Today shouldn’t be as busy as some other days.
In the suburban wildlife sanctuary, Tom the Mocker is trying to drive away several grackles, and the cats are hoping some of the birds will be sufficiently distracted to be prey.
Actually, an old friend who lives far away was in a bad place, so I called her. We were on the phone for a couple of hours. Then, catch up on chores was the order of the day. Fell asleep. Monday: gone.
No animal, vegetable, or mineral disasters occurred while I was taking the little kids to VBS.
Knowing how things tend to happen around you, I can understand why you just documented that fact.
It’s important to mark these small victories over entropy.
For a guy named Willard?
Did you suggest she move to a good place?
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