Such a tiny squee! The laptop is acting wonky again this morning, and I think I’ve had to re-boot four times. Not a good omen.
I was supposed to meet Zeke this morning, but when I went to open the clubhouse, he wasn’t there. I guess he’s not too worried about the letter I’ve been slaving over for a week. *sheesh*
More wind today. At least, the temp will be warm — 90, the foregnosticator says. But I’ll be in bed by the time that happens.
Since I was up at 0130 or thereabouts, yesterday, I wanted to sleep. I got about 90 minutes and then there were more updates, a call from a robot, and text messages from a sister; it was 2200 when I shut the light out and then I was up at 0300.
(Sure enough: the day is going downhill...)
I couldn’t figure out why I got so many notification pings on my phone, and this morning, I saw that there were 40 “updates” that required my attention. Hah. I ignored all but seven. I resent their intrusion into my privacy.
Thank you for every ping. There is too little time for fun during retirement because being retired causes everyone to believe your free time is free to them and in most instances that is a point of truth, that is the rule with very few exceptions. I choose to live this way therefore the fault lays with me. I just wish Fault didn’t want the ‘s’ word constantly.