VaCaDay 4

Yeah, Earth Day, whatever. I have a problem with any of these days that are designated as special days when we're supposed to do what we're actually supposed to be doing every day. You have now seen my Daily Moment of Cynicism.

If you are one of the folk who pick me up via RSS feed, I apologize for swamping your reader with entries. I decided this morning that since I had nothing else to do, I would copy over some entries from the old dland diary site. I mark these with "Copied from diaryland" as the first line, so if you see that in the RSS feed, it's an old entry. I'm currently finishing up March, 2007 and will move into February next. More on that in a moment.

It was a slow morning today; I woke up with a headache that I'd had since about three a.m. but hadn't gotten up to take some Tylenol until 4:30. I still had it when I finally got up around 7:30, and still have it now, a little. So I've been taking the day slowly. My only real goal was to be up and dressed in time for my therapy appointment, which was at noon, but I ended up with some time to kill, hence the diary moving.

I like this therapist very much. Today we discussed just a few entry-level sort of things to do when stressed. Among other things, she gave me my own personal little can of Pla-Doh, more to focus on when I'm trying to do other calming things than to play with. She only had a few colors in the bag and I picked the black one because I've never seen black Pla-Doh before, but I'm sure that means something.

Anyway, one of the strategies we discussed was distraction, and I realized that copying over old diary entries is a helluva good one. Not that I'm stressed today; I'm not, but when I am, hey, I've got over four years of entries to move over, so I should have plenty of distraction available to me for a long time.

So the week is drifting along, as it should, and the weather is remarkable out there. Later, when K gets home, we may take R's old bicycle in to the shop to be cleaned up and tuned up so that K can do some riding in addition to her walking. (Hey, I guess I could do that too; I always loved bicycling. There's a thought.) Anyway, R has no room for at this point, so someone might as well get use out of it. It's just a matter of lifting it off the garage wall and getting it into my car; it's not heavy. No other plans for today. Oh yeah, I have laundry to put away, but that's not really a plan.

On Thursday, pre-tattoo, we need to make a visit to the bursar's office at that goofy college she goes to. Get this: they have not charged us for this semester's tuition. Assuming they would, I sent in a payment, but they sent us a refund. Her account still shows no balance. Now, this would be great if it's real, but I'm thinking they'll keep telling us there's no charge for this semester, why?, but then they'll hold her diploma, or worse, cancel her registration for student teaching and claim we owe all this money. Which we do and we know it, we just can't get them to take our payment. How weird is that?

Okay, I'm off to fold laundry or copy over more diary entries. One or 'tother.

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