Or a really really late postal worker finally finishing his route.

Theo, no wallpaper in sarameg's living room. The walls are painted.

I could see it happening based upon the fact that the previous owner didn't really take care of the house. As soon as a fix attempt is made, shit starts falling apart. I'm noticing that in my house now too. Covering it up is not the same as repairing it.

Tep, was your package from Amazon? They have an arrangement for Sunday/holiday delivery with the USPS.

It was! That explains the package, but not the letters. Which means I still could be a time traveler. Woo!

Yikes on the plaster falling, sarameg! That would ruin my week, I suspect.

Today I ran the dog, painted a bookshelf, and started re-seasoning my cast-iron frying pan (strip the seasoning off, coat it with flaxseed oil and then wipe all the oil off, put in cold oven, turn oven to 500 for an hour, turn oven off, after 2 hours put more oil on and repeat; you're supposed to do this six times).

Later today I have a followup interview. I'm still really really on the fence about this job. I'm kind of terrified of going back to being a project manager in a consulting firm, because my life has been stressful enough the last four or so years, but at least the work itself wasn't.

I can't decide if I should just give Current Employer one last chance to hire me. Argh.

So my blood pressure is high enough that my doctor told me NOT to exercise. He said, "Exercise is good! Just not yet." The diuretic brought it down by ten points, but still not low enough. So, I'm getting another BP med. I'm a little surprised, but I guess I wasn't just whining when I felt like exercising was too hard and made me feel like shit.

So my blood pressure is high enough that my doctor told me NOT to exercise. He said, "Exercise is good! Just not yet."

That's...almost impressive, if it weren't a little freaky. Yikers. Hypertension is bullshit, man.

There may well have been wallpaper over the plaster and under the paint. sara, if you need help fixing that's right up my friend Brian's alley.

Ooh, good point. I don't know why I would assume that someone would actually take the wallpaper down before painting, except that I thought that's what you're supposed to do?

Here's hoping you can safely and comfortably exercise soon, Zen.

but I guess I wasn't just whining when I felt like exercising was too hard and made me feel like shit.

I felt something similar when I got my neck x-rayed. Like, oh of course you are in constant pain and always have a headache. Because I wasn't just a whiny, fragile flower, it's legit all messed up.

I get my first mammo and my first well-person blood draw in 8 years this week. Trying to be healthy is squeezy and pokey.