Inching Closer

I am crawling towards the end of the week and will be so happy when it ends.  It's been a lot slugging through my assignments and today I just don't want to talk to anyone but that's not the case for me.  Damn it.

It appears Regina seems to be lost without her little friend the lurker.  I'm not sure how she'll fare with the new changes but I don't care.  She's never bothered to help a single person since she's started unless you were the lurker.  

It was nice to be off on Tuesday afternoon to get a hair cut but I tell you, I hate parking meters. I really wish the school would be open on a Saturday.  I didn't have enough time to park where I have and just walk through downtown. I thought I'd be ok with the meter but I couldn't seem to get my debit card to slide and the meter to take it. I wound up going to a lot and parking where it was easier.  More expensive.  I'll plan better next time.  Luckily I made it on time with me messing around with that damn meter.  Sigh.

I'm not sure but I may try to watch Stephen Colbert's last show. It's hard for me because I feel like the bully won and this just breaks my heart.  I know we'll see Stephen again in the future.  I just hate this situation.  It shouldn't have happened.  I love his humor and his kindness.  He's a good human.  I know he'll fare better than the orange goon in the white house.  

I'm so sick of this going back and forth between hot and cold weather.  I have no idea how to dress somedays.  On Sunday, I definitely wasn't dressed warm enough but that made me walk faster.  I thought it was suppose to be mid 60s but nope.  More like low 50s.  Mother Nature seems to be pissed off these days and I totally get it.  

Every night I have been getting out for a long walk.  I'm determined to get my weight down some more this summer.  I walk to Monterey Market and back.  It's a nice store.  It's just so expensive in comparison. I look at prices on their fruits and vegetables.  Sometimes I can get strawberries or watermelon for less.  I hope it does last.  I hate seeing stores close. I do miss the old Walmart neighborhood grocery store.  It was a lot handier.

I am hoping I can watch some YouTube videos this weekend and figure out how to crochet again.  Maybe I can make Precious a blanket.  Or something. I don't know. I used to know how but I don't anymore.

Yeah. I guess I better start my day.

I hope the good humans have a good day. 

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