Waiting for Santa

OK, Candle’s was the fourth or fifth Diary I saw this in. I finally broke down and took The Hartman Personality Profile (a.k.a. The Color Code). I held out for longer than is usually my wont, though. It would appear I’m a blue, with a weak secondary color of white. The Blue Personality Blues Are…

Last night a spring on the garage door snapped, as did the eye hook it was attached to. The garage door fell and missed The Prof’s new car by inches. This morning I ran to Sears and Home Despot to get a new garage door opener, new springs and eye hooks for the garage door,…

Thirty degrees Fahrenheit? Fifty degrees Fahrenheit? You want it all? Then come visit me, because that’s the weather forecast for today and tomorrow is. March is not coming in like a lion. March is coming in like a schizophrenic. March may have been named for Mars, the God of War, but it would have been…

I haven’t set myself to write recently. I can’t explain why, though there are a lot of excuses I could use. At work, during breaks, I used to flesh out an outline of my daily activities, to be proofed and updated at home. I no longer have the luxury of break time most days, and…

Remember last year when I complained about the huge cherry tree behind my apartment? This, by the way, is the same cherry tree I also exclaimed over when it was covered with flowers in the spring. Well this year is worse than last. Every single one of those flowers has once again become a cherry…

I do believe that my little grey cat-from-hell has forgiven me for abandoning her for two whole weeks. She has deigned to again regard my lap as a kitty-bed, and is even now taking her mid-morning siesta in the comfort of my discomforted legs. No matter. I’m sure feeling will return to them sometime later…