Well, we had a nice day yesterday--which I wasn't able to enjoy all that much, as after I got off day shift, I nipped home, bolted down lunch (or tried to, as my appetite isn't all that, at the mo') and trundled off with half my week's dirty's to the laundromat. Another exciting day in Glens Falls. The one commenter on the previous post was right--nothing ever changes in Glens Falls, and nothing much ever happens, either. It's a town Erm--city, forever stuck in time, like the proverbial fly in amber.

I used to balk at the thought of a "local" reading my blog, but I'm a bit more comfy with it, now--as long as the person isn't intrusive, I suppose, which only one has been, and that was a long time ago. I still have to be cautious, of course, as I am using my employer's computer. But, over alll, of late I'm more comfortable getting personal, than I was. I suppose, if I were famous, I might not be able to write half of what I do, but, that's not ever going to happen in my life time, of course...or even after my life time, very probably.

Today started off rather sunny and springlike, despite the large amounts of snow and ice still on the ground. The girl's lacrosse team from the local high school was out running with their...whatever they call those sticks with the nets on the end of them. Considering that a few of the pavements still are covered with snow and ice, not sure that's a smart idea, but, I suppose youthful joints are much more agile and forgiving than some doddering late middle-ager's, like me.

Well, it's normally my day off, today, but I'm trying to make up hours. That will be difficult, as I'm still quite ill--not so much the cold, but my main illness, which, it seems, has been affected somewhat by my little head cold--though, I don't quite have my voice back, as yet, but I can at least make myself understood, at any rate, even if I am talking a bit like some back alley Mafioso. "If you don't pay your bill, you're gonna' wake up at the bottom of the river wearing cement boots." I'm working collections, at the moment, ha-ha.

Actually, my Doris Day approach tends to work better--especially with the tough guys. The meaner they are, the softer and sweeter my voice gets--and, it works! I make these tough-talkers soooo-- gulity by the time I ring off. Sorry, but I'm ashamed to admit I do enjoy that. Petty revenge, best served with sugar. Well, can't do the Doris Day make-you-feel-guilty-as-sin voice, so I have to just muddle through, as best I can. I may suck like a Hoover on stage, but love "playing" with my phone voice--it's fun! Too bad I can't do voice work for a living, but 1. in the US, that sort of work still depends on looks (and I look like my late Polish babuska gran and aunties). 2. American radio doesn't do much voice work, except for DJ's, and they're mostly male in my part of the world, 3. radio pays c*ap in the states--less than I make, telemarketing, and that ain't much, brothers and sisters.

Anyway, despite my bout with anemia--my blood count's way down again, I'm here. Can't pay March rent, so worry still rides my shoulder, but I'm doing my best to hang in there, and keep calm. I couldn't go to the local hospital if I wanted to, right now--they're over capacity right now, due to the massive flu epidemic that's going 'round here.

I'm up to chapter 10 on my one Dr Who story. I don't know why. It's one thing to write for an audience--but as far as I know, no one will ever read this, so sometimes I feel I'm just ticking the minutes away, in my silent apartment, as I count down to my old age. I'll never be a real writer. I still remember one comment I got, from a well-respected English prof. He said, that my (fiction) writing was "shallow, unimaginative and over simplifed." Too right, I suppose. Still, it's something to do, isn't it? To keep me screaming from the boredom.

I wish I had something to DO, though. The 100 stories thing was okay--tho' it proved to be quite taxing, at times. But, until my health and finances turn around--if ever, I'm stuck. So, it's pound the keyboard and watch Dr Who and pet the cats, and moulder away my life, until I turn to dust. Bitter? Nah-- Just...disappointed.

It's going to snow again--all weekend---when it's not pouring down freezing rain, that is. Ugh! March is such-a-draaag! The clouds are rolling in, even as I speak. The snow is still over my knees in many places. Will we ever see the spring again?

With this weather, I might as well be British, ey? ;)