{{{Mumpers}}} It sounds like everyone needs them.
My weird dream involved deep frying pork in a cast iron skillet, only the pork refused to fry, even though the oil was boiling (!) and then we had to evacuate the building **before **the alarm went off, which required several elevators, and it was all very weird. I was glad to wake up.
I put my high school diploma and social security card back in the lockbox, now that I’m gainfully employed. Then I wrote a nice check to one of my favorite charities, the Quaker Center, also due to gainful employment. I used to go every year for a week-long personal retreat. It’s a lovely location, very peaceful.
I’m off to drop off my laundry, then go to the mall to return the [del]mask[/del] makeup and buy underwear. And then I need to go buy cat litter and gushy food. Envy me!


I must be missing the parking lot gene or something, because I do not understand waiting and waiting for a space, when there are a ton of spaces a few feet away.