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It's just a day. Just after eleven, I'm awaiting the arrival of the HMM, who said he was coming today but didn't say when. K is working today, so she hung out here with me during her free period. I'm finding that she's becoming more and more critical of me these days, which is the perfect indication that it's time for her to live on her own, but there just isn't fundage for that right now. Unless I win the lottery tonight, in which case she can buy herself a freaking luxury condo someplace. Let's hope it comes with a maid.

It's hot in the library, for a change, but I'm warmly dressed because yesterday it was on the cold side. Not a good day clothes-wise, although I'm wearing very comfortable jeans, and crocs. My upper me is roasting. Which reminds me of this goofy article I saw the other day.

I'm having a lot of trouble with the days of the week this week. Some weeks are like that. So it's Wednesday, right? (Oh, I know it's Thursday; I have a date-book open on my desk.) Some weeks are like that.

It looks like I have need of an exterminator. K keeps seeing bees in the house, which is not good, and she also hears the scurrying of little feet, something we did not much hear during the cat years. I don't want any chemicals or anything sprayed around, I just want nests and hives removed and openings plugged up. Exterminators do that, right? I need to find some numbers and make some calls, maybe tomorrow.

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At noon, when the SCM came back from first lunch, he said he'd just seen the HMM in the office downstairs. Now that's timing. What did I do? I grabbed my lunchbag and beat it down the hall to where I have my nice Tuesday/Thursday lunch group and enjoyed my only free 45 minutes of the day. It was lovely. When I got back to the library, the HMM (with his wife and a friend of theirs) was still there, so I did chat with him/them for fifteen minutes or so before they had to move on. That's about my limit. He immediately saw everything that was wrong with the library, as I knew he would, because he's a good librarian. Yes, he looked older, which was certainly to be expected. He and the FIL, in fact, worked together in the same school as first year teachers some 55 or so years ago; he and the FIL are the same age, which is 80.So that's that.

After school I need to stop at the pharmacy and pick up that delightful stuff I have to drink Sunday night erev colonoscopy, and while I'm there, a winning lottery ticket as well. No condo for K without a winning lottery ticket.


WATCHING MASH :: ENTRY #1755