No photos from me today, just things sent to me by those who care. I didn't get one for Valentine's Day or I would have shared that, too.
I am getting over the fever and chills and aches, I think. Sweat through my morning therapy like I was really working out, so I figure something was breaking. Now a full day of work and an evening of beautifying to test the theory. I will collapse tonight.
I am buying a new couch. You would not approve. It is from Restoration Hardware. My friends never approve of my purchases. But I will get what I want. The couch I bought at Pottery Barn in 2001 is shot. Who knew you could wear a couch out in a mere eighteen years. It cost me a hundred dollars a year. The next one will last longer. I am positive. Longer than I will, probably. Hell of a thought.
My laptop died. It wouldn't turn off, wouldn't turn on. It was in limbo. I had what is referred to, apparently, as the "black screen of death." I tried everything. Now I have to buy another. I will look for a three year old Mac, I think. Something I can buy on the cheap. I'll let you know.
O.K. The old factory whistle is blowing. My weekends of late have been horror shows. I have trepidation about the one to come.
About that, I probably won't let you know.
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