Shot day

[susandennis]

On Thursdays, I play volleyball, pick up and deliver the Timber Ridge Times and give myself a shot. All before 9. But today there is no Timber Ridge Times so my schedule is already fubared. But, now I'm caught up.

Yesterday I spent the day inside my apartment seeing no one after we got home from the vet's. Probably today I will do the same. I did get the sleeves on my new jacket shortened and I started a new yarn project which I may or may not continue. And I started a new book by a favorite author which is so far a disappointment.

The cats' water fountain quit fountaining. I'm ready for a new/different one anyway so it works out fine.

I got offered a job. Legit pay job. The company that makes the financial software I use, wants to hire me. Part time for kind of customer service. I appreciate the offer but I just can't squeeze it into my schedule. My finances are now so dirt simple, I really only use their software to collect the data which, honestly, I could do manually nearly as easily.

I just cut off all my fingernails. It always makes me feel like I should donate them to some forensic endeavor. Probably I'm just watching too much crime TV or reading too many crime books.

Somehow my kitchen has gotten itself into a mess. So first I'm going to get dressed and then I'm going to clean it up. And then I'm going to ... ahhhh the joy of retirement.

Comments

[mtbc]

An old college prank notified the members of the rowing club to submit their nail clippings for analysis to check for heavy metal contamination from the river. Of course, the recipient of the clippings was not expecting these at all.

I have the kind of clipper that trims the nail then fires the clipping at high speed in a random direction.