Love Them Days Off

As always, a day off from work is a nice thing. (Yes, yes, I remember how glad I was to get back to work when I was sick. That was because I was sick.) *sigh* It was such a nice day.

I slept until 7.30, which is two hours past my normal weekday wake-up time. I had a leisurely cup of coffee, then got dressed and went to Target. I swear I was in and out of there in ten minutes, tops, filled up a little basket with what I needed and nothing else. (Burner bibs for the stove, two pair of croc-like flip-flops, paper plates.) By the time I got home, K went out for a walk and then a doctor's appointment, and I got all my weekly cleaning done. (But no laundry.) And when she got back, we did our food shopping. Then she left for the dentist and I took a nap.

Every day should be like this, eh?

Oh, I've decided what I want to do when I retire. I want to Twitter all day long. By that time, I'll probably have an iPhone or some kind of smart phone with a decent size screen and a full-time Internet connection, so I'll just keep the Twitter home page up all day long wherever I am. It's my new goal.

Speaking of cellphones, I am apparently the one idiot in America who is incapable of using one. Although I have taught myself to text into Twitter, it would seem that I am not so good at making or receiving actual calls. Listen to this one. K called while I was on my way home from Target; I didn't answer while I was driving, because a) I prefer not to, and b) we have a fairly harsh no-cell-phone-while-driving law here. Now, I was actually wearing a bluetooth headset, but I am inept with that as well, and disconnected the call instead of answering it. Ahem. I pulled off the road into the totally empty parking lot of an office building, and into a space. I tried calling her back, didn't work. She called me back, I disconnected her. I finally saw that she texted me that it wasn't important, don't call back, and there was a tap on my window. A woman was standing outside her running car, right next to me, and said "You're in my space." Yes, in a totally empty lot, I parked in the one space of the worker who arrives obsessively early. Anyway, I couldn't make or receive a call even though I had a million bars showing. Because I am just that inept with cellphones. And headsets, it would appear.

I just finished my leftover seafood lasagna for dinner and it was, again, delish, but now I am starving again. I've been snacking a lot less in general, but right now, I want foooooood.

WATCHING MASH :: ENTRY #1724