Well, this has been a dull day. I'm at work, getting snarked at again tonight. Just had a priest tell me he doesn't do phone donations, because he doesn't think it's safe--in other words, he doesn't trust me. Oh, boo-hoo. Now you know why I became a Presbyterian, 25 years ago. Sheesh.
Did my shopping early this week. Exhausted. I had to spend 20 minutes chopping the ice (that the lazy men who are SUPPOSED to care for our pavement at the apartment building haven't done), so I could actually walk to the kerb without slipping and breaking my neck.
I slipped anyway, dang it. Hurt my bad foot slightly.
I also, while at the food store, went next door to Tractor Supply Company (the local farm/pet store), and splurged 10 dollars (I can ill afford) on a pair of men's wellies. I got just a tad tired of sitting all night at work, with a sopping wet right sock. The waterproof tape didn't work on my winter boots, so this was the cheapest alternative. They're not comfy, but by gosh, my foot is dry.
I've been watching Doctor Who videos every day. Now I know the Voyage of the Damned script by heart, ha-ha, and can watch it with the sound off, at 3am, when I can't sleep (which is rather often, lately), and I don't have to worry about disturbing the neighbours. Am I a Whovian geek, or what? (And proud of it!)
I am now writing 2 Dr Who stories at once, and losing to the computer at cribbage, as a way of passing the time--oh, and reading an Ellis Peters mystery.
Just got asked if I was doing anything for Valentine's Day. Yeah--getting phone's slammed in my ear, feeding the cats, and having breaded beef nuggets and fried potatoes for dinner, watching Dr Who, and going to bed.
I've never actually dated on the day--it was mum's birthday, so we usually were busy with that. No one's ever given me chocolates or flowers or anything like that. Had a date pay for a movie or dinner, once or twice, that's about it. Well, having not even dated in 11 years, Valentine's Day is a non-issue.
I did see a woman in the till line, with three heart-shaped balloons and a pair of red flannel men's pants with little white hearts on them. Nothing says I love you, ladies, like a pair of roomy flannel underpants.
Have a good night all---miss you!!! 
