Timelies all!
Gary took Mr. S trick-or-treating while I handed out candy. I think we got fewer kids than last year, and we have plenty of candy left over.
'Trash'
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Timelies all!
Gary took Mr. S trick-or-treating while I handed out candy. I think we got fewer kids than last year, and we have plenty of candy left over.
I missed most of the trickers, since Rosemary was on door duty. She reported that her favorite was the Queen of Squirrels -- with a tiara.
That cat is alert!
I'm off work, and have already gone through my mother's fall house to-do list and ordered a whole new wardrobe from Boden! (We'll see how much of it works...) I basically hate all of my winter clothes.
I'm working from home and did a factory reset of my phone so I'm basically spending the next few hours rebuilding my homescreens and folder organization. (I didn't want tor restore from a backup in case the battery issues I was trying to solve came back.)
I thought my mother had plans for tomorrow, and was all excited to go to the mall by myself, but now I'm going with her, and it will be fine, I guess. Ah well!
Oh, Boden. I love them.
I was going to have tomorrow off (for values of "off" that equal cleaning the whole filthy house), but now I have to work again, because one of the new part-timers called out.
And I took three rush freelance assignments before that, thinking I would have time after cleaning on Saturday ...
I got 13 rides in -- I only need another 26 tomorrow and Sunday to make a nice bonus. I've done good financially this week with nice long rides that reaped good fares, but the quantity of rides hasn't kept up.
I have a four-inch long bruise on the inside of my right forearm from where a young IV-tech--god, they were all so damned young! Get off my lawn--didn't believe me when I said my veins were hard to find. "No, no, they're right there, I can see them--where is it?" I'm afraid I yelled at him. He asked me why it was hurting, and I said, "I don't know, you're the one who stuck something in me!"
He tried twice before calling in reinforcements, and my arm looks like I was attacked by a very clumsy vampire.
That's the worst, Connie. I'm a terrible stick—my veins are awful and they often end up trying to use my hand. But when I had my accident I ended up with IVs several different days and some of them didn't work, so I ended up with bruises all over my arms and hands.