Today was an absolute nothing day. I drove to the mailbox (low atmospheric pressure equals more joint aches--and the mailbox is 200 ft. away) and discovered that my trash had not been picked up.

Tuesday is its usual day, but my collecter may be sick. (He's in my age bracket.) Last Tuesday I saw his truck, but someone else driving it. Tuesday and Friday are the days he usually picks up. I'll stick a sign on the container or something by Friday. And then try to get hold of him.

I still have no ideas for family gifts. Well, that's not the first time it's happened. Those little pieces of paper from the bank are always a possibility. At least I'll know if they received the gifts that way.

This almost-blah weather is not conducive to positive thinking. But the temperatures have been really great. I don't think my furnace has cycled on for about a week.

Oh well--things will eventually turn around.