Back To My Regularly Scheduled Life

Thanks to all of you for your comments on my last few entries. It was not my intent to make fun of my cousin; you know that's just how I speak, and write. It's mostly just hard to know what to make of her. But I know we'll enjoy the time in DW, assuming nothing comes up that makes us unable to go. I like knowing that we're going to be expanding her little world a bit.

It was a beautiful day today, and tomorrow is supposed to be outstanding, over 70 degrees. And then rain, and then back to work on Monday.

I got a haircut today, and asked to have it styled curly to see what it looks like. I'm not posting a picture, because it looks pretty much like the cat lady on The Simpsons. And with lots and lots of product in it, so a shampoo is my first order of business tomorrow. Also, I have no car tomorrow since mine is in for service, so I guess it's chores around the house for me.

I really have gotten a lot done this week. Most of all, I got software and a little scanner that scans and saves receipts, and reads them and puts them into categories and such, and I have shredded all the originals, so I am not drowning in paper for, like, the first time ever. I got a better desk organizer, so my desk is very neat. I haven't read much, only this YA (Young Adult) novel I'm working on, which is cute. And looking more and more into the Disney trip.

I remembered today that I have concerns about flying regarding the Crohn's. I actually remembered yesterday, when I read a news article about a man who was arrested on a Delta flight because he was insistent that he had an emergency and had to get to the bathroom. (Of course, there was a bit more to it than that.) But this is my big flying fear, that I'm going to need to get to a bathroom and they won't let me go. So I ordered a kind of medical alert bracelet, which I only intend to wear when I fly, and not all the time.

I may have finally slept like a normal person last night. Even so, I slept until nine this morning, when the phone rang, a wrong number that thought we were a fax machine. I got the same wrong number twice again during the day. There's a trend I hope doesn't continue.

My sister is in California, and called me the other night at about 11:45 pm because she got the time difference mixed up. I was awake, so all I did was laugh, because I would probably do the same thing.

And now I'm getting sleepy, not that it means anything.





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