Hello, virtual chums. I sunk into the sloughs of despond and got nothing done last night or so far today. However, I was moved by MetalMouse’s very kind comment to me yesterday, and though I’m still weepy around the edges, I think I’m gaining altitude. I very seldom let myself think too much about my current situation and strictly limit my delving into the crud I’ve been through (but no limits on the good stuff) lest I start feeling sorry for myself, but this was more recognition than self-pity. Denial is my best friend, and it slipped away for a bit.
I’m going to pull myself together and walk to the grocery store, then go walk around “my” hill for awhile. Later my old college roommate is going to call. We haven’t talked in over 25 years, so I was surprised to hear from her and that she wanted to talk.
shoe, don’t feel bad you couldn’t put down your own pet. I can’t even watch Old Yeller. It’s hard enough to lose a pet. Having to do the deed yourself sounds just awful.
swampy, did you and OYKW decide to get haircuts? Our salons aren’t open yet, but when they are, I’m not sure if I’ll risk going, being all high risky and all. Or am I risqué? That sounds much better.
Welcome floatygimpy!
bumba, Wednesdays are leaf blower day here at my complex. Somehow it takes several hours. It’s very annoying. I wish someone would invent a leaf blower motor that issued classic rock or something instead of that teeth-gritting buzz.
nut, I learned a new word for chip shop. Over here, chippy means something else, but then again, we don’t have chip shops.
FCM, good luck finding a phone that fits the bill–literally.
gotti, hope your shoulder gets sorted out. And now I have Gordon Lightfoot going through my head. (Ouch.)
And what does INGO stand for?