Happy birthday, Suzi!

The problem with going to California in winter is that it's sunny and in the 30s here in Chicago, and normally I'd call it a heat wave, but now I'm all woe is me it's so cold I was eating lunch outside in a T-shirt just the other day whiiiiine.

Happy birthday, Suzi.

I was in a short-sleeved top the other day and now I am wearing silks under my yoga pants.

Snow has started falling here again. It was so nice yesterday.

I shoveled the front door and sidewalk clear, so go team me!

Yeah, I still have to go up to the parking space and do something about the car, but that's enough for today....

I put on outside pants and went to Target to buy a lamp, which I shall assemble now!

Happy Birthday, Suzi!

Google ads based on my email are often hilarious because of rehearsal/performance reports. There have been times when ads following me around the internet after I've clicked a link here have prompted me to clear out cookies.

I still have aol because I can't convince my mother to stop using it. I did strip my address book after I got hacked once and now it's the one I use for stores that like to send out special deals daily.

I put on outside pants and walked to the library, where I even checked out books.

Then I came home and fell asleep, instead of doing laundry the way I should have.

Aurelia, do we still have a words with friends game going? I could have sworn we did, but the game is telling me we don't.

Lamp: assembled!

Now I shall make stuffed shells and then watch some Person of Interest.

I have to admit--I signed up for Hotmail because of the ad--I wanted to see what their offering is. For all the Gmail addresses I have, though, I rarely see ads--I don't use the web client so much--I read it on my Mac in Mail, or on my Android devices. Any time I log in to a Google account, I do it in a private tab, and don't browse with those cookies extant. I'm not sure when I caught Liese cooties...

Kidding. I do have the big cookie infection. I understand why corsets are following me around. I find it irritating, because that usually happens after I decided I don't want to buy the whatever, but I'm really really wondering why that cookie system leapt right ahead and tried to sell me dildos on a browser I swear I hadn't been doing that on (I also segregate accounts and identities into different browsers--Safari should give me XXX ads all the time. Opera should be reasonably well behaved...

For reasons I don't understand, though, when I signed up for Hotmail it assigned me a .co.uk address, and I couldn't make it not. So, booyah to all that tracking technology.

I walked the dog and did laundry and cleaned the kitchen & changed my sheets. Then I drove out to Walnut Creek and signed ALL THE PAPERS, hit TJ's in Lafayette (which is always so much less crowded than in Oakland), came home, ate lunch, and went for a bike ride with my sister.

First ride on the new bike, which was stressful because it was my first time with clipless pedals, and with the fancy new shifters built into the brake levers. Fun but also unsettling. I did okay, but I'm out of condition and I'm glad we didn't go very far.

Now I'm showered and thinking about dinner. Or a movie.