April 26, 2014
7:22 p.m.

Okay, so I didn't post for a few days--again. At least it wasn't fifteen days like last time! Ha ha! I am feeling better, but I still have an annoying cough and my voice still sounds like I've smoked for the last forty years. Yuck!

I was watching an internet show called "Source Fed" the other day, and they had a piece about women with low, sexy voices. That would be me right now: low, gravely--so sexy. And in three days I have an interview for a job where I must have a great phone voice. This should be tres interesting! Ha ha!

April has gone by in a blur for me. I think I slept through half of it, bit not in a good way. In a oh-my-God-I-am-so-sick way. Not a fun month. Four of my grandchildren have had their birthdays, and I had to text instead of call because I couldn't talk. Sad, sad, sad. So funny, my granddaughters all respond quicker to a text than a call, anyway. What is this world coming to?

Cell phones and devices are all good things, I think, but I have to say that I don't believe they should be allowed at the dinner table at home or in restaurants. It makes me sad to see a family in a restaurant all seated around the table, forks in one hand and cell phones in the other. No one is discussing their day, no one is laughing--at least not together. It's crazy to me.

My son has finally managed to get me hooked up with a cell phone. I did actually use it the other day to call the doctor and ask for a prescription for my allergies. That was only because my house phone service was out temporarily, though. So, I have to admit that it was handy to have it at that particular time. For the most part, I will probably never use it. When I'm not home, I don't really want people calling me. I'm out. Out of the house, out of touch. Just like in the olden days.

I'm not a technophobe, really I'm not. I spend a lot of time on the computer, and I love the darned thing. I edit pictures, make cards, play games. So my reluctance to have a cell phone really has nothing to do with that. I just don't like talking on the phone in public. I also don't like listening to other people talk on the phone in public. My conversations are personal to me, and I don't care to share them with others. I don't care to hear the man on the bus having a fight with a significant other about her/his infidelity, either. People complain that they don't have any privacy, but these are the same people who are discussing their sex lives within earshot of thirty other people. It makes no sense to me.

So...cell phones in public. Thoughts, please?

Over and out!

April 20, 2014
5:19 p.m.

Wow. I just looked back at my last post, fifteen days ago! Fifteen days!

I last posted after 2 a.m. on the 5th of April. I went to bed, got up and dragged around the house until mid-afternoon, then went to bed before 8 p.m. and didn't come out of my room except for bathroom breaks and water until April 10th, when I went to my doctor appointment.

My doctor told me I had the flu, and there wasn't anything to give me except cough medicine, because it was too late for anti-viral meds to have any effect and antibiotics simply don't work. The side-effects are not worth the little relief they might give. However, all my other medications were renewed that day, so I came home with a big bag of pills. And I went back to bed.

Since the 13th I have felt somewhat better, but I still have a terrible cough and have not had a voice since about the 9th. If I try to talk too much, I'll get to coughing so hard that it sometimes makes me vomit.

A lot of this is probably less due to the residuals of the flu and more to do with allergy season. Ever since I got so sick in 2010 that I had to leave my job, my allergies can completely do away with my speaking voice for days and cause my asthma to be a real pain in the butt.

The reason I'm now blaming allergies is because the last day I had a fever was the 12th. Even accounting for that, though, I had the flu for a week. I also had the flu for a few days in February, and before that for about a week in December. This all occurred after I got a flu shot last fall. This is an average now of every other month for the last six months. It's ridiculous! I hate flu shots! I have skipped them a few times since 2006, and the years I've skipped the shot, I haven't gotten the flu, but the years I've gotten the shot, I've gotten sick. This has been the worst flu season for me in quite awhile. I'm really tired of it.

Here's the scary part: if I had gotten a job this year, I would already have had to take about fifteen sick days. I would have been fired already. Sheesh!

So I would like to hear from you out there regarding flu shots. Do you get them every year? Do you think they work for you? Or do you find that you have a rougher flu season after getting them? I really want to know what other people think about this, because I've really come to the conclusion that flu shots make me sick! And I'm sorry to feel that way, because as far as vaccinations go, I'd rather see people get all their shots so they stay well.

Maybe it's just me. Something about my constitution that makes the shots ineffective. Who knows?
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So today is Easter Sunday--Happy Easter to all who celebrate! We usually do a nice family dinner, but as I have been sick, we had a pretty laid-back day. The kids came down and spent the night, and the Easter Bunny found his way to my house this year to leave goodies. We ate Wendy's hamburgers and called it good.

My son-in-law's wonderful Mom, who usually is on on whatever we have going, broke her foot a few days ago, so she didn't come for Wendy burgers. After lunch, the kids packed up and went to spend the rest of the day with her. I hope they are taking good care of her, poor thing!

The good thing is, last weekend I was feeling somewhat better and we all went to dinner at Armadillo's Mexican Restaurant. I was unable to talk at all, but it was fun listening to everyone. That was in celebration of my granddaughter's 11th birthday, and I guess it will have to do for Easter family dinner, too. Hope fully I will have a voice by next Sunday, when we are supposed to have a small belated birthday party for her, complete with barbecue. That should be fun.
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Okay, I'm alone in my house right now, and the door of my bedroom just swung open and I heard footsteps coming up the hall. I called out to my son, then remembered he's not home. So, hello, ghost! I'm never sure which one is around--I have two--unless I smell perfume, but I went back there and didn't smell anything, so I guess it was him, not her. I reckon they must get bored here sometimes. It's not a very exciting place!
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Okay, I'm going to end with a promise to myself to do better at keeping up with this. For now, I'm done.
Good night!

April 5, 2014
12:39 a.m.

Today is the 55th birthday of my ex-husband. Why do I remember these things? Ha ha!

It's been a busy day in the life of me. I wasted a half hour going to the doctor's office for a blood draw that is ordered for next month. Dang. But my daughter-in-law just got insurance through her job, so she made an appointment while we were there, so it wasn't a total loss! And, honestly, I wan't too sad not to get poked today. I have stingy veins, so blood draws are not fun.

Dancing to the Wii has become my favorite exercise. Kicks my butt, but it's definitely a cardiovascular workout. My walks do not raise my heart rate, so this is a good addition to my routine. Gotta lose this weight! I do not want to graduate from pre-diabetic to the real thing.

All this would be much more fun if I could quit getting cramps in my feet. I drink water all day long, so I'm not dehydrated. What causes cramping?

I have a question, and if anyone else has this going on, will you please let me know? The weather has been relatively mild lately, but I seem to be cold all the time. I wear two, sometimes three pairs of socks at a time. Sometimes my feet feel as if spots on them are wet--cold water wet. Now my hands have been doing the same thing. Cold and achy, even in the middle of a warm afternoon. I'm constantly putting them in my pockets or sitting on them to warm them up.

Yesterday, I complained to my son about how cold my hands are and touched him. He said they were warm. What's up with this? Is this a side effect of arthritis that I don't know about?

Tonight it is forty-one degrees outside. I have on my long johns, sweat pants, sweat shirt, double socks and I'm wrapped in a blanket as I sit here. I have a pair of gloves next to me that I periodically put on to warm up my hands. What is wrong with me?

I have a doctor's appointment next week, and I guess I have to go through all these weird things with my doctor, because I am just never comfortable these days. I have never been a cold person before. This is beginning to worry me.

Has anyone else out there had this happen to them? I would love to hear from anyone who has experienced this.
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My daughter has been looking for a new place to live for some time now, and has finally found a place she likes. Please send out some positive vibes for her family to get this place. The town house they live in right now has so many problems and the landlord won't take care of the place.  Thank you!
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I finally got up the nerve to call and speak to the interviewer at the company where I did not get the job. I just wanted to be advised about what I might have done wrong during the interview process, if anything, and ask about any other jobs she might suggest I try for.

She was very nice to me, and told me that they had indeed gone with the candidates who had more experience. She also told me to keep an eye on the company web site for entry level openings, which at this time they do not have. Getting a foot in the door to gain experience is the key, especially in this job market. No matter how much schooling you have, they want lots of hands-on experience. I can't blame anyone for that!

Anyway, it made me feel better to know for sure. Rejection is tough!
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I'm sending out some extra prayers for my sister tonight. She's had a rough couple of days. I love her so much! I wish I lived closer to her!
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Ah, my money-pit house is in need of some work. Gotta do some research about helpers. Ugh! Poor old house.
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Four of my seven grandchildren have birthdays in April. Yikes! I better get busy and get the gifts picked out. The only easy one will be the baby boy. He's a year old in a few more days. The girls are getting tougher these days, eleven, twelve and fifteen! Oh my God, fifteen! What happened?! 

Well, I could be in luck--they are all readers. Gotta check with them to see what's on their reading list these days, I guess. And I am so, so happy that they all love to read. Reading is a gift that just keeps giving. I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't read!
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Speaking of reading, sometimes I wonder about me. After reading a passage in Point of Origin  earlier tonight, I've decided to put off buying new cookware.

Seriously, I love the Kay Scarpetta novels by Patricia Cornwell. Just like I love to watch "Bones" on t.v. I find forensics fascinating. No matter what, medical things are so interesting to me. And I do like that I actually know what they're talking about most of the time! Ha ha!
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What I don't do anymore, though, is try to self-diagnose. So although I did ask for feedback on my weird symptoms earlier, please rest assured that I'm not going to try to fix anything myself. I really will talk to my doctor about it. I'm just interested in hearing from anyone who has had similar things going on. And I will let you know what I learn next week, if anything. Even if she just tells me I'm a kook.
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Well, enough already. It's after 2:00 a.m. I really should go make an effort to sleep.

Good night!

April 1, 2014
10:48 p.m.

April Fool's Day. No one played any jokes on me today, and I'm not sorry about that. I've fallen for a lot of nonsense in the past, so it was nice to have a break this year.

My daughter had an excellent day; she finally got to repair her car and get tags for it. Now they are a two car family again. Awesome.
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I'm pretty tired of searching all these ads for job openings in my field. I'm told there are lots of jobs out there; where are they?

I have to believe that an opportunity is out there for me, and it will be something I don't have to commute four hours a day to do. I'm trying to believe that everything happens for a reason, and the reason I haven't gotten anything so far is because something better is going to come along.

It's tough, though. Optimism is actually hard work!
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I am not particularly physically active. Mostly I walk; arthritis prevents me from doing a lot of things, like riding a bicycle or jogging, and on the days when my movements are relatively supple, my asthma finishes the job of limiting my exercise options.

My son recently purchased a dance exercise game for the Wii, and we've started doing that. Oy, am I a mass of aches and pains. I promise I am not overdoing it, but when dancing I've discovered muscles that have been largely ignored while walking. Huff and puff! Stiff and sore. But it is fun, so I will keep trying. I may even learn how to dance! Ha ha!

By the way, never thought I'd be dancing to "Applause". Hilarious.
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April 2, 2014
1:05 a.m.

 Weather report calling for rain this evening, turning to snow. Phooey. I am tired of snow. Ah, Spring, where art thou?

Last year at this time I was preparing for a trip to Oklahoma to attend the birth of my seventh grandchild. In seven more days, he will be a year old. I can hardly believe that a whole year has already gone by.

Remember when you were a kid, and a year seemed to last--a year? Now it seems like maybe four months! I feel old.
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Clearly I have nothing much to say tonight. Late night phone call with my sister, and now I'm going to head for bed.

Good night, all!

March 31, 2014
12:35 a.m.

I'm sitting here laughing at myself in frustration, because I was writing this earlier and doing a couple of job searches at the same time. Instead of closing only my search page, I closed everything, and now all my brilliant writing is gone!

You'd think I never used a computer before. Ha ha! Now I have to start over. Ah, man!

Actually, nothing I've been thinking lately is particularly brilliant. As a matter of fact, I have spent much of the last week feeling sorry for myself.

First of all--and most importantly, regarding my state of being--I did not get the job I wanted. I spent the last week debating whether I wanted to call and ask why. So far, I haven't called. Call me a chicken, but I can't decide if I really want to know, or if I want to simply reassure myself that they went with a more experienced candidate. I'd certainly feel better about that than being told that I was terrible in my interview.

On the other hand, if I was terrible in my interview, shouldn't I know about that so I can make some changes before I interview again? I've really not had a lot of interviewing experience. Just because the first interview I went on was a good one doesn't mean that this last one was, too.

Here's the thing: the first interview I went on, I received a phone call about. I was told that my interview was quite good, but I wasn't being offered the job because they felt that my commute was too far and that it would be unfair to me since it was a temporary position. This last interview I received an e-mail--obviously a form letter--thanking me for my interest and informing me that they would not be moving forward with my application at this time.

So--First interview, positive review. I was told that the interviewer usually offered some constructive criticism regarding interview tactics, but she had nothing to say to me, as she felt I had done really well. Second interview--no feedback whatsoever.

What am I to do with this experience, then? Tell myself what I want to hear, or call and ask for some feedback?

What would you do? (If there's actually anyone reading this, I would appreciate your opinions.)

In the meantime, I've been keeping my eyes open for other opportunities and finding nothing at all so far. It's very frustrating knowing that I have gone to school twice and still have not managed to change fields.
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For the past several years the Medical Coding community has been preparing for the switch from ICD-9 to ICD-10 coding standards. The United States is very behind the times in implementing the change. The change was finally scheduled to take place this fall. However, earlier this week measures were taking in Congress to once more delay the change.

I know a lot of people who are pretty upset about this. Sometimes I wish we could fire all the Politicians and start from scratch. I doubt they even know that this matter is part of the bill they just signed. Good grief.
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I started out with more to talk about, but you know what? I'm sleepy! So I'm going to sign off and hopefully get some sleep!

Wish me luck. Good night!

March 23, 2014
5:20 p.m.

We just returned from my grandson's birthday party. Yesterday I was quite looking forward to it. Today I could hardly wait to get out of there. Just goes to show you never know how things are going to turn out.

Here's the problem: Today's parents.

When I was a kid, my parents sent us outside to play and kept their noses out of our business. When my kids were growing up, I did much the same thing with them. Kids do not need their parents constantly butting into what is basically "kid business".

Case in point: video games. There is no right or wrong way for a four-year-old to play a video game. Standing next to him and yelling at him he's doing it all wrong is bull-caca, you neanderthal dad, you! He's a little boy, schmuck. You put him on the machine, now let him play it however he wants. He's probably going to do better than you at it, anyway, if you let him be. And if he loses, so what? He'll sit there and pretend to play while the graphics repeat, and never even worry about it.

The mentality of modern parents is to "do it for them". Be it a game, chores, homework or a fight with a friend, they think they have to butt in and "fix" everything.

News flash: you can't fix it, parents! They have to learn how to fix it themselves. All you are teaching children by being a "fix-everything-parent" is that they are incapable of taking care of business themselves. When they get older and you expect them to deal with life, they will still be looking to you to "fix it" for them. Believe me when I tell you, you will get tired of it. You will wonder why this twelve year old has to have your help with something he should be able to do himself. You will wonder why your son won't get a job or why your daughter can't be bothered to do her own laundry. And the answer will be, it's your fault, because you had to butt in and "fix" everything when they were younger and could have learned a few basic lessons about doing it themselves.

Children learn by doing. So let them do it. Teach them--without yelling that everything they do is wrong--and then let them fail. And fail. And fail again. It's okay, they won't be scarred for life. They will simply learn that they have to try again, and soon they will master it, whatever it is.

My first personal experience with this learning method was riding a bike. I had no training wheels, no helmet, no knee and elbow pads. My dad walked along behind me and kept me in balance, and then--he let go. I fell. We did it again. I fell again. But guess what? I can ride a bike! Sure, I got banged up, but it was something I wanted to do, and I mastered it. My dad never told me I was doing it wrong or decided to just give me a ride on his bike. He told me it was all up to me, and if I tried really hard, I'd get it.

When I bought my kids their bikes, they all came with training wheels. I took them off.

Yeah, I'm a mean mom. But I never saw the point of training wheels. Kids don't learn any faster with them than they do without them, and honestly, falling a few times increases their determination to get it right. Their friends, my kids reminded me, had training wheels. Why didn't they? And yet, they learned to ride their bikes before their friends did. My son was riding a two-wheeler at the age of three. Three! His uncle had a sore back from walking him--little boy, little bike, poor Tio. He really had to bend over to give the kid a push. But check him out!

Please note: No training wheels. No helmet, no knee or elbow pads. Also, no blood! (Okay, also no pants.)
Just a kid, taking care of business. Kid business.

Speaking of my son--he grew up in a house full of girls. Poor guy.

Girls are a pain. I'm totally serious, they are a pain. They travel in pairs or in packs. It's like they think it's a sin to be alone. Alone girls are the outcasts, the misfits, the nerds. In other words, me. For me it was fine, I was cool with being the odd one, but for most girls, it's devastating.

I sought solitude because I like it that way, and yes, the other girls thought I was strange, but it was okay. I have always been okay with my own weirdness. I have had, over the years, very few female friends. I have a lot of female acquaintances. There are some lovely women I love dearly--you know who you are--but for the most part, my friends are men. I appreciate their lack of dramatics.

But for now, I'm talking about typical girls. Emotions run just beneath the surface, hot and ready to erupt at the most inopportune time. No one knows what will trigger these eruptions, or what form the eruptions will take. Will it be tears? Angry ranting? Laughter? All three?

So, you're a girl. You have two girl friends. You like them and they like you, so it stands to reason that they should like each other, right? You introduce them to each other. Now what?

There are a few possible outcomes to this scenario:

1. You like them, they like you and they like each other. The three of you do everything together and everyone gets along fine. (Least likely.)

2. You like them and they like you. They do not like each other. Thus begins the competition,  both covert and overt, to see which of them will "win" you. They each encourage you to ignore the other girl, leave her out of your activities. You become the prize. Congratulations, you've become an objective. Ugh!

3. They like you, but they like each other more than they like you. You become a third wheel and are eventually left behind.

(Scenarios 2 & 3 are equally likely.)

If you are the parent of a girl--or girls--there is no way to avoid this situation. It's going to happen. But you can't fix it. They have to fix it themselves.

Certainly you can offer advise--if she asks you. If it is situation #2 and you are a witness, you can certainly take your daughter aside and tell her that if the tug-of-war can't be resolved between the three girls quickly you'll be happy to take her out of the equation (for example, you've got chores for her or you have to go someplace-- not as a punishment, but as a reprieve) Then let her decide how she wants to deal with things. You can have a good talk about things after the friends are gone.

Getting into the situation yourself will only embarrass your child in front of her friends, and the next conversation they have will be about you instead of how to resolve their own issues. Take it from me, they talk about you enough already. In this case, it doesn't matter if you're Mom or Dad--parents embarrass their kids on a daily basis without even trying. Poking your nose into their business with their friends is defined as trying, okay? Stick to singing along with the elevator music at the grocery store to embarrass them; it's harmless.

Of course, the above advise is moot if things have gotten to a nasty level. If the girls are physically fighting, of course you have to intervene. Separate them all. Regardless of who is fighting over whom, two girls are probably sticking together and the third is left out somehow. Girls are masters of the nasty two-against-one.

Girls in sets of three equals trouble. So say I.

I am one of three female siblings. The two-against-one at our house was them vs me, but they didn't set it up that way; I did. If you have read any of my previous posts, you know that I was a loner who shut herself away to read, write and listen to music. But when I did decide to join in, I was the odd girl out. I simply didn't fit. Again, this was my own doing, but that doesn't mean I was immune to hurt feelings. Being left out hurts.

I am the mother of three females as well, and boy, were they masters of two-against-one. The two older girls consistently left the youngest out. Luckily, she is very like her mother (me!) and was happier hanging out with her brother anyway.

But every once in awhile, the three girls would get together and go three-against-one against their brother. Poor guy.They got him in trouble with me so many times before I figured out that they were the ones to blame. Then--boom!--Mom and son against girls. Guess who won? (Hint: Me)

See? Girls are a pain!

My oldest daughter had two friends who could not stop fighting over her. The one time they did decide to try to get along, they had a great time together and left her out of everything they did. She has never been the type to fight herself, so she just left them to their shenanigans and spent the day with me. The friends getting along together lasted less than a day, and the tug of war recommenced. My daughter finally decided that it was best to have them over to play one at a time. We talked it over, but the decision came from her. She just felt too much stress trying to spend time with them both at the same time. The exception to this action plan was Birthday parties, and then it was just grin and bear it. There was always someone else around to hang with the so-called "left out" friend, and my daughter soon mastered the art of taking turns and making the rounds. She is still friends with both girls--and they still don't like each other.

Anyway, this has been a long, rambling way of complaining about the way a particularly thoughtless "grown-up" made a child cry because their child felt left out. This child had made an effort to include the girl along with her other friend, but had been rebuffed because this little girl wanted her to herself. The three girls were in the process of fixing things themselves, but "Fix-it Mom" jumped right in the middle with both feet, made the child cry, embarrassed her daughter and made the other friend decide to go sit with one of the other kids rather than witness the whole debacle.

This after "Vidiot Dad" telling his toddler that everything he was doing in the game was wrong, and I was ready to leave before I jumped in the middle of something myself.

Parents, stop trying to "fix" things for your kids. Unless they are in danger, kid business is for the kids to work out. Otherwise they will never learn interpersonal relations.

Butt out. Seriously. Have some confidence that your children are smart enough and strong enough to work things out for themselves. If they really need your help, they'll ask for it, as long as you've made it clear that they're welcome to do so.

Let them play the game their way.

And good night.

March 22, 2014
3:15 p.m.

Oh, boy, my grandson is eight-years-old as of yesterday. Tomorrow he's having a birthday party and that should be a ton of fun. Bowling, miniature golf and laser tag--that sounds like a blast.

We started dieting this week, so it should be interesting attending a party and not over-indulging in party foods. I'm not much for bowling-alley type foods, but cake may be a problem. I love cake. I love sweets. I have a problem, man.

Snow today. More predicted for tonight. I'm over it. But it is March in Colorado, and March just happens to be Colorado's big snow month.

Has anyone else noticed a shift in the seasons since we were kids? I swear, when I was a kid, winter happened in the so-called winter months. It got colder and we got more snow than we do now. We had snow piled up to the roof of the garage when I was a kid. I have rarely seen snow that deep as an adult. And it's not a kid's perspective--the garage didn't get any taller over the years. For that matter, I didn't get much taller myself. Ha ha.

I guess I can't make a fair comparison regarding Colorado, since I didn't grow up here, but the natives I know tell me that this is the case here as well. They remember getting a lot more snow and cold weather than we get here now.

Growing up in Wyoming, it seemed like winter started right after we went back to school. As there have been numerous September snowfalls recorded over the years, this is not an unfair statement. I could count on one hand the number of Christmases I remember that were without snow. Ditto Thanksgivings. At least half of our Easter trips to Denver were driven through snowstorms. Frankly, I remember summer and winter through my childhood. Spring and Autumn were not seasons, but a day or two that prefaced Summer and Winter.

Global warming? I believe it. I spend at least half of the winter these days without a coat. Yeah, I know I'm complaining about snow in March, but honestly, we have to get it sometime. We need the water. I just don't want to be cold, ya know? Never happy...

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6:16 p.m.

It quit snowing for awhile, but it's very lightly snowing now. I imagine it's working up to making my daughter-in-law's drive home messy. Although she's from the south and has only lived here just over a year, she does really well driving in the snow. But it's scary for anyone when it gets nasty out there in the dark.

Forecast for tomorrow is sunny and in the fifties. Even if that's wrong, the birthday party is indoors, so all will be well. I'm looking forward to seeing the kiddos. It's going to be a fun day.

I want hot chocolate. Stupid diet. Boo!

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8:21 p.m.

Apparently this is one of those days when I cannot focus on any one thing for long. I've been more interested in watching old movies and reading today. Just finished The Happiest Days of Our Lives by Wil Wheaton. I really enjoy reading his stuff, be it the books he's published or his blog. He's a writer and actor of some acclaim, but he's also a real guy with real issues and emotions that he's decided to share rather fearlessly. It doesn't hurt anything that he's frequently funny as well.

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9:15 p.m.

Since it is officially "Spring"--take that, snow--it is time for me to force myself into my closet for a good clean-out. I did it last year, donated a big box of stuff, and I still have too much. Most of it, honestly, just needs to be thrown out. I don't know why I have such a propensity to hold on to old, worn out, dated crap. You'd think I grew up during the Great Depression or something. There should be no pride in knowing that I still have a lot of things I brought with me from Wyoming nearly fifteen years ago.

So, it's not happening tomorrow, as we are attending grandson's birthday party. Monday, into the closet I go. Ugh!

I have no excuses, either. It's not like have a job, or anywhere else to go. Bummer. *sad face*

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10:26 p.m.

Took the time to do a little workout with son and daughter-in-law. God, I'm old. Can't keep up with them, but at least I managed something. It's much easier on me to just go for a walk these days. I'm grateful that I can still do that. It's good exercise, just not high impact--plus it gets me out of the house.

Oy, my hip! Arthritis is not a friendly affliction, that's for sure. But it's not going to keep me from trying. I'd be much worse off if I gave up.

I'm gonna call it a day now. I've been pecking at this all day and have accomplished nothing particularly special. Just me thinks.

G'night!