A Wishful Thinking Kind of Day

 We took a drive for possible rentals.  No sign.  No signs whatsoever, but we know the score.  We headed to Wal-Mart in our old area by St. Luke's Hospital and got a few groceries.  I feel so lonesome for my old neighborhood somedays.  I know everyone is in the same boat with renting.  It's just hard and really scary right now. One day at a time.  It was nice to look and dream, I guess.

This morning, I saw a woman with beautiful grey and silver hair.  I look like the villain in Josie and the Pussycats cartoon right now.  I think her name was Alex?  I'm a dark blonde and have had no desire to go back to blonde for a long time.  I never had fun with it.  I preferred being a brunette or having a copper color mixed with the greys that come sprouting out.  I'm not a fan of the skunk streak that I get when it's time.  I'm not hating it but not quite there on doing the full grey.  Men look great with grey hair though.  

I listened to The Bulwark podcast with Jasmine Crockett.  I know people think we shouldn't hit low with insults like she did with Marjorie Taylor Greene.  I agreed with her that when you're dealing with bullies, you got to do something.  I found it funny that she talked about the Republicans in the Oversight Committee do not like this telework and she told them that they show up and never seem to get anything done.  Who could get anything done with big Marge?  It was like having Frick stand at my desk for an hour and talk to me about the stupidest stuff for an hour!  She didn't officially start working until maybe 1 in the afternoon because she was so busy standing at people's desk and gossiping.  It's been such a joy to not have people interrupting me the way that they used to everyday. 

It's been nice to have the time off.  Well I'll have off Thursday afternoon to fix that skunk streak at the beauty school.  

Maybe the monster and his girlfriend will be gone for the week.  Oh, wishful thinking . . . 

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