Yeeee-ha! After being forced to abandon my home service during my long and difficult rough patch, I'm back online, folks.
Had a glitch with my computer--a hiccup in the internet service, but, it's sorted, everything's good, and ready to go.
Did'ya miss me? 
Now I can bore you everyday with my blather...and pick on David Tennant, as well. What can I say? I can't have caffine, salt, sugar, fats, starches, or carbs. I don't drink, smoke, do drugs or have sex. Picking on Mr. Tennant's 'bout the only "sin" I have left to me now, ha-ha. 
I can't go on holiday, and have no mates to hang with. Gotta' do something to pass the time.
Well, it's been an couple of firsts I've had, of late. First off, there was that half-hour coach trip down to good ol' posh Saratoga, Sunday. My first day away from the tiny chav Glens Falls, very literally since November of 07.
On top of that, today a co-worker asked me if I'd like to go out to lunch with her, to that new Chinese buffet place, over across the Cooper's Cave Bridge. It has--again, very literally, been almost two years since I've had someone else besides the cats, eat with me--no, not kidding, I'm dead-serious. I gotta' tell ya', I don't mind so much, having to go places by myself all the time, don't really mind being alone at home every day--you really do get used to it. But eating alone, day after day, year in and year out...that's a real drag, trust me on this.
I do sometimes get so I'm starved for conversation. Very probably, I make a moron out of myself, when I do speak.
I did have a nice chat with a total stranger, this afternoon--that's what I love about the Adirondacks, you can sit any chat with anybody, without them thinking it the least bit odd or unusual. I was sat at the taxi stand, next to this yuppie/trendy health-nut type of woman-a very nice lady, mind. But, she kept going on and on, fussing at me about her suddenly high cholesterol rating--how she's so health-conscious and all that palaver. You know, I wish that's all I had to worry about.
Anyway, bitterness aside--sorry, I am getting a bit more tetchy these days, don't like it, but, that's just the way it is---anyway, back when I could eat anything I wanted and weighed over 17 stone (as opposed to my approx. 15 stone, now)--but still walked to get places all the time...anyway, there I was, my pizza and McDonald's eating self, and back then (mid-late 1990's) my colesterol was lower than my skinny, fit doctor's! Go figure that one out!!! Now that I've lost weight and am more nutrition aware, my colesterol is up. Sheesh!
Had a rubbish morning. My loo broke. Can't get a man in until next week, sometimes--supposedly. This is the same landlord who was the last on the street this spring to mow his lawn, and whom hasn't changed the hallway lightbulbs (this would be our hallway that has no windows) in about six months. So...not exactly holding my breath, but...we'll see. He may surprise me.
So, until it's fixed, in order to flush, I have to stick my whole hand down into the tank (God, that water's cold!) and pulled the chain manually. I do lead a fun life, don't I? It's disgusting, but not the worst thing I've ever had to do---I'd say changing my late mum's nappies and washing her off after she'd done a really messy poo, would take the number one spot. Of course, I never let mum know how I felt, that would have been just plain wrong.
Well, I have a long shift, tomorrow. Have to be up early, and it's the wee hours of the morning here. Spent the day slogging through work and shopping with a stomach bug, and feel like rubbish, but have Sunday off, and work nights, next week, so hopefully I'll catch up on my rest in a day or two.
Little Flame is sitting on the dresser, beside my chair, behind the computer monitor, waving her paw at me, bending it so it's in front of the screen. She's got the brains of the outfit--the boys are just passed out on the carpet. Flamey is very particular--she expects me to go to bed by a certain hour, and if I don't, she gets quite put out about it--used to nag mum too, when she was a kitten, when mum stayed up past her usual bed-time, or fell asleep on the sofa, instead of going to her bed.
Well, I'm off to bed, I guess. Working is going to be hell, tomorrow. But, Sunday I can sleep to my heart's content--if the kids upstairs don't throw any more wild parties, that is.
Have a great morning, all. Cheers, Nancy G.
