Anne, how are you feeling?
I'm still feeling run down, and I've got a cough, but things don't feel any worse. In fact, I feel better than I did yesterday because I don't have to be up, about, and mentally active. My fever is down to a wee bit above normal. I went out for about a half-hour this morning to do some very low-effort gardening (pulling a few weeds out of rain-soaked beds, deadheading the flowers in the window boxes) and I need to run out to pick up my comic pulls, but given how zonked I felt after a half-hour's puttering, I think that'll be it for me for today.
Ok. It's official. I hate my new haircut. I don't know what she did to my hair, but it's just weird, and I can't get it to do anything that looks right. Blech. That's what I get for going to someone new.
Perhaps your hair knows you are supposed to be doing homework and it is refusing to cooperate until you have made some progress?
Let me also state for the record that Suzi is mean.
Remember that house I really really really wanted to rent? Well, the people who couldn't afford to own it, sold it to someone who wants to rent it. With a year's lease. I am cautiously optimistic, and will take all the rental ~ma you can spare. I've been whining for a couple of days that that was the only place that we have looked at that I really want to live. Maybe the universe heard me.
vw, sorry about the spider bites. I hope you can get rid of it today.
Happy to see you, but I didn't mean to say it twice.
Hi Kristin!
Glad you're back, safe and sound.
