My Incredibly Unremarkable Life

Little by little it's warming up. The afghans I was using at night are once again neatly folded.

Long-sleeved shirts are back in the back of the dresser drawers, allowing the short-sleeved and sleeveless to drift upwards and once again become visible.

Did I mention (temporarily) losing track of my cell phone yesterday?

Well, it turned up. I was getting frustrated as I looked low and high for it.

I normally slip it into a small baggie, then put it in my pocket. (If it suddenly starts to rain it can get wet inside pockets. I know this from experience. That's why the baggie.)

Well, it was in its waterproof baggie, but for some reason it was towards the back of the card table that is home to my computer.

It's now back in its proper home.

I expect tomorrow to be much like today, weatherwise (at least I hope so). And the parking passes haven't arrived yet, so I know tomorrow will not be a Newcomb day.

Time to check out the news and see if the world managed to blow itself up.

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2012-05-28 7:15 PM If not Puttering, then What? Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (4) Share on Facebook	Little by little it's warming up. The afghans I was using at night are once again neatly folded. Long-sleeved shirts are back in the back of the dresser drawers, allowing the short-sleeved and sleeveless to drift upwards and once again become visible. Did I mention (temporarily) losing track of my cell phone yesterday? Well, it turned up. I was getting frustrated as I looked low and high for it. I normally slip it into a small baggie, then put it in my pocket. (If it suddenly starts to rain it can get wet inside pockets. I know this from experience. That's why the baggie.) Well, it was in its waterproof baggie, but for some reason it was towards the back of the card table that is home to my computer. It's now back in its proper home. I expect tomorrow to be much like today, weatherwise (at least I hope so). And the parking passes haven't arrived yet, so I know tomorrow will not be a Newcomb day. Time to check out the news and see if the world managed to blow itself up. Read/Post Comments (4) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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