It’s done. At least I think it is. The overall format is done, but I can’t let go of tweaking the words. It still doesn’t say what I want it to say. The next entry will only be public for today. After that I will put it on “Private”. I’m not supposed to reveal more…
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Today has a strange feel to it. It rained a little last night, not enough to soak things through but instead just get them a little wet. This morning there were droplets of ice on my car’s windshield, and a thin band of ice holding the door shut. The door opened with only a little…
It’s been another one of those days. I’ve been out of my office for nearly the entire day, due to an emergency in an area where my primary duties are. I spent over two hours on my feet, making snap decisions and recording information for later use. I’ve been having trouble with both my right…
Reality hits on road to hybrid heaven I definitely have to look into that federal tax deduction for purchasing a Prius. Between the car and my medical bills, this is going to be a complicated tax year.
Pilling Clueless Wonder can be a true joy. It can also be a source of amazement. CW is currently getting antibiotics twice a day. It’s a small pill, and I could probably fit three of them on my little finger’s nail. Because of this, I just bury one in a cat treat (Pounce is the…
The high school I graduated from holds a juried crafts show every year about this time. I hadn’t been for years, and when I saw the coupons at work for $1 off the admission price I decided that it would be fun to go this year. I asked Dr. Nineteen Cats if she were interested…
I still stink. And I hereby resolve to keep a complete change of clothes in my office, in case this ever happens again. current musical accompaniment:”Simply Having a Wonderful Christmas Time” sung and I guess written by Paul McCartney. I hear that song and wonder if it isn’t true after all that Paul died in…
I stink. It’s not even ten o’clock in the morning, and I stink. I hosed myself down, and I still stink. I offend myself and therefore can imagine how others will react to my presence today. I am pariah, condemned to remain in my office or in the grungier areas of the plant for the…
At least I won’t have to come up with clever titles for a month or so. Right now there’s a version of “Santa Clause is Coming to Town” that sounds like it was stripped out of a Las Vegas casino’s holiday extravaganza. It really sounds like Wayne Newton singing, but I didn’t hear the credits,…