And the NAYS rule the day.

I think it's called equal time, or some such stupid stuff.

So I wake up early to have a long hot shower.
I even put on eye makeup.
I threw on lots of warm clothes (stuuuuupid coat, etc.).
M and I left around 10:15 to go up to the stables. Well, it really started raining up there (and it was so cold). The horsies weren't being friendly at all. Except for the stable manager's Percheron/Thoroughbred mix who was a biiiiig tall boy. Very curious about my camera. And I bumped into somebody I know from church, even though it was slightly phase-shifting to see her in an unfamiliar place.

When we came out of the barn, they were serving lunch for everybody (because this was the last week of classes for the term). So I had a hotdog and guacamole and - for the first time - cold quinoa salad. Ooh. I really like quinoa. I could see using it in place of cracked wheat for a healthy, tasty Tabouli. I'm just slightly ticked at M who wandered off with our driver and, after I'd served myself, I couldn't see where they were sitting. Yes, say hello to my newest fear. Um, dear, you can't walk away from me when there are a whole lot of people around! ::makes frustrated sounds:: But it was sweet of the office person to ask me when my operation was. Except when I told her I'd already had two, and they hadn't really worked. Le sigh.

And, then, it was back down to the city with the cold fully entrenched in my bod, especially my right thigh. After I took my boots off, I just climbed into bed with my clothes on, because I was that cold. [And you can tell I will be suffering just as much when our weather goes berzerk to sweltering on Friday.]

M woke me up a minute before my alarm was supposed to go off. I'm supposedly getting my birthday card tomorrow. No, of course we don't do anything like normal people.

Well, I'm going to try to cheer myself up by watching some programs I taped. But the 'puter decided it didn't want to tape Boston Legal. Hey - Liblikas, behave yourself. Le sigh, again.

Well, I'm just hoping that tomorrow will be better.
Warmer.
Something.

Hugs,
H.

And the NAYS rule the day.

I think it's called equal time, or some such stupid stuff.

So I wake up early to have a long hot shower.
I even put on eye makeup.
I threw on lots of warm clothes (stuuuuupid coat, etc.).
M and I left around 10:15 to go up to the stables. Well, it really started raining up there (and it was so cold). The horsies weren't being friendly at all. Except for the stable manager's Percheron/Thoroughbred mix who was a biiiiig tall boy. Very curious about my camera. And I bumped into somebody I know from church, even though it was slightly phase-shifting to see her in an unfamiliar place.

When we came out of the barn, they were serving lunch for everybody (because this was the last week of classes for the term). So I had a hotdog and guacamole and - for the first time - cold quinoa salad. Ooh. I really like quinoa. I could see using it in place of cracked wheat for a healthy, tasty Tabouli. I'm just slightly ticked at M who wandered off with our driver and, after I'd served myself, I couldn't see where they were sitting. Yes, say hello to my newest fear. Um, dear, you can't walk away from me when there are a whole lot of people around! ::makes frustrated sounds:: But it was sweet of the office person to ask me when my operation was. Except when I told her I'd already had two, and they hadn't really worked. Le sigh.

And, then, it was back down to the city with the cold fully entrenched in my bod, especially my right thigh. After I took my boots off, I just climbed into bed with my clothes on, because I was that cold. [And you can tell I will be suffering just as much when our weather goes berzerk to sweltering on Friday.]

M woke me up a minute before my alarm was supposed to go off. I'm supposedly getting my birthday card tomorrow. No, of course we don't do anything like normal people.

Well, I'm going to try to cheer myself up by watching some programs I taped. But the 'puter decided it didn't want to tape Boston Legal. Hey - Liblikas, behave yourself. Le sigh, again.

Well, I'm just hoping that tomorrow will be better.
Warmer.
Something.

Hugs,
H.