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I had so much fun this morning, putting on liquid eyeliner as well as my traditional sparkly creamy beige shadow and black mascara. Yay for continuing accidental vision. It was a tiny bit cold today, with either crunchy ice underfoot or mounds of snow I had to navigate when leaving the house. I didn't even mind sitting waiting for my minivan.
I was dropped off at the library with half an hour to spare. There were only four of us along with the librarian to discuss the delightful "No Relation". And, then, our conversations went all over the place. I was picked up before 1 and taken on an extreme sightseeing ride, while the driver picked up and dropped off other clients. Normally, not a problem, but my muscles were seizing up and - every time he hit a speed bump - I had to clench my fists. Finally I was home around 2. I asked S. semi-jokingly whether she or SuM had been contributing to my donation jar. She had been doing it while continuing to clean out the second bedroom. She'd had the coins lying around so long, there were still pennies and they won't be accepted by the bank. So, maybe give them away as souvenirs?
Did my usual editing for the church. Luckily, the prof had done the lead article, so I could just correct wee but pesky errors.
Had my free chicken dinner and watched my game shows. Succumbed to a zombie state for a little while. But, earlier, I'd watched a fascinating N.C.I.S. in which the regulars portrayed other characters from info in old letters. Ellie and Nick were in love; Gibbs with dyed dark hair was her disapproving father. Jack was Ellie's sister. And Tim may have been the scoundrel brother.
Anyway, my muscles are screaming again, so I think I'll have some carrot cake and my Robax. No more agenda or going out until the weekend, so I hope I'll crash easily.
I was dropped off at the library with half an hour to spare. There were only four of us along with the librarian to discuss the delightful "No Relation". And, then, our conversations went all over the place. I was picked up before 1 and taken on an extreme sightseeing ride, while the driver picked up and dropped off other clients. Normally, not a problem, but my muscles were seizing up and - every time he hit a speed bump - I had to clench my fists. Finally I was home around 2. I asked S. semi-jokingly whether she or SuM had been contributing to my donation jar. She had been doing it while continuing to clean out the second bedroom. She'd had the coins lying around so long, there were still pennies and they won't be accepted by the bank. So, maybe give them away as souvenirs?
Did my usual editing for the church. Luckily, the prof had done the lead article, so I could just correct wee but pesky errors.
Had my free chicken dinner and watched my game shows. Succumbed to a zombie state for a little while. But, earlier, I'd watched a fascinating N.C.I.S. in which the regulars portrayed other characters from info in old letters. Ellie and Nick were in love; Gibbs with dyed dark hair was her disapproving father. Jack was Ellie's sister. And Tim may have been the scoundrel brother.
Anyway, my muscles are screaming again, so I think I'll have some carrot cake and my Robax. No more agenda or going out until the weekend, so I hope I'll crash easily.
