whiski_sour: (Danno's on hold)
Here's the lazy, bullet-pointed catch up of my world.

-Still working three jobs. I've got about a month until school is out and then I'll lose the morning child-minding gig. I'll also be taking off June when it comes to teaching Spanish. So, I need to figure out something else to do to make some money this summer. Sugar daddy applications are available.

-Speaking of other things I do to make money, I published another novella on Smashwords. Night of the Nothing Man is all yours for the low, low price of $1.99 and is available for most devices including Nook, Kindle, and iPad.

-I was supposed to go to a Cubs game with Dad earlier this month, but it got weathered out (Chicago by the lake, 40 degrees, 20 MPH winds, and rain...I'll take the postponement). So we'll be going in June. At least we know we won't be freezing.

-Speaking of Dad, he had another check-up last week and I'm happy to say won't be needing treatments this round. He'll go back for another check in three months. We're all very happy about this.

-I've started to do my old yoga routine, which I had to stop doing in October of 2011 when I hurt my knee. A year and a half later I finally trust that my knee has healed enough to take my weight in warrior and chair pose. This is a huge boost for me. I've been pretty disappointed with my commitment to exercise because I didn't feel like I was accomplishing anything, but this is a huge gain. The old yoga routine, stretching, and weights in the morning along with belly dance in the afternoon is really making me feel less sloth-like. I'm also making an effort to do something physical every day. So even though I'm not doing a full on workout on the weekends, I still make sure I get in a little yoga or some squats or something. Again, all in the name of battling the slug feeling.

-I'm thinking about starting a tumblr related to my rerun junkie activities, except I'm not still not exactly sure how tumblr works. I keep thinking I'll figure it out and so far, I really haven't.

-I'd love to say that there's more that went on during the month, but there's not. I pretty much work, worry about money, and try to get my little talent together to establish some kind of career and that's it. I haven't been able to justify having much fun lately. When you have to save up to afford a hair cut (which you do instead of getting an eye exam to get new contacts), lunch out with a friend makes you feel guilty for days, no matter how much you needed the break.
whiski_sour: (vrooom!)
-Had a lovely Thanksgiving with family. I ate too much, as is the custom. Played cards with Carrie and Aunt Jo. Carrie said I was too competitive and I should let other people win. So I tried. I still kept winning hands. I guess I'm going to have to work harder on losing. I do so well in the rest of my life, you'd think I'd be able to do it easily at cards. Not so much.

-Worked the calmest Black Friday I've ever worked. Having an evening shift might have had something to do with it, but still, I wasn't once insulted or otherwise bitched at. It was an odd experience.

-I may be seeing some more time on the floor during the holidays. I don't mind it. I could use a little extra cash.

-Dad and Mom went half and half for my Christmas/birthday present so I can go to Cubs Con. I am so looking forward to this drinking binge. And seeing baseball players, too.

-25% off at the Jewelry Box if you're into that sort of thing.

-If you missed it, I've got a novella called Gone Missing on Smashwords. It should be compatible with most e-readers.

-November was really kind of boring.
whiski_sour: (Happy Halloween)
Happy Halloween! I'm going to miss the live Michael Myers wallpaper on my phone (It's a picture of the Wallace house; lightening flashes and Michael Myers appears randomly and blood splatters the screen when I get a message). Seeing Halloween (1978) in the theater last night while wearing a Michael Myers shirt and possessing Michael Myers wallpaper on my phone might be the geekiest horror thing I've accomplished to date.

Juggling three jobs has been challenging lately. Neighbor is working overtime so now I'm taking the boy to school four days a week instead of alternating weeks of two and three days. Floorset was on Sunday instead of Tuesday/Wednesday so we wouldn't have to work on Halloween. I was going to dogsit for Aunt Jo, but can't do that due to changing kid shuttling schedule but I still have to go down for a little while because while Carrie is going to do it, she won't be able to get down there until later than Aunt Jo needs. Throw in Halloween, the movie, and voting into the mix and I need every bit of calendar help I have to keep it all straight.

I'm tired, but at least the bills are getting paid.

Keeping the East Coast in my thoughts as they start to rebuild. Sandy was a right bitch out there, quite different from the Sandy I worked with who is very nice.
whiski_sour: (Better with Teddy)
I survived the week. I went to the Cubs game Monday night, ran sleep deprived for two days, didn't get to bed until after two in the morning two straight nights, and got a reprieve when the kids came down with the pukes so I didn't have to teach Spanish. The trouble is that illness cost me money and I spent more than I thought I would for the game.

The game was a blast. I went with my friend Harry. He met me there and was running a little late because he got out of work later than he wanted and then traffic was a bitch. Meanwhile, I kept walking around to stay awake. Despite a good night's sleep and a little nap and much in the way of caffeine, I was felt exhaustion creeping. Once Harry got there and the game started, I was good to go. Even though the Cubs lost, it was worth the lack of sleep to get one more game in. Can't beat 5 dollar tickets.

I did my second floorset. I had my own shop to do. It was simple enough, but I'm not familiar with the stock and the floor had been changed around so I wasn't sure where things were and I ended up going much slower than I wanted to. I felt dumb. I know it will get better once I get used to how things are done, but I still felt like I was holding up everyone. One of the other girls came over to help me and things went quicker after that. We didn't get out until after 1AM because it was a big set and there weren't enough people scheduled.

The next night it was just windows dressing and accessories. I did jewelry and accessories with another girl. Most of the girls I work with are much younger than I am. They're in college or went to college, most of them are/were in sororities. I cannot relate much, but I do like listening to their stories. They're amusing. And they're all very nice so far. They put up with this old lady beautifully.

I'm hoping to get some new clothes when I get my bills under control. I'm tired of looking like a slob.

That last bit doesn't have much to do with the rest of the post, but it's been on my mind this week, so I think it counts.
whiski_sour: (Dietrich explains it all)
I keep putting off updating because I'm lazy. Here's the high points:

-My first floorset went fine. I felt like an awkward doofus because I had no clue what I was doing and only knew the two people that had interviewed me, but I survived it. My next one is Wednesday.

-Speaking of Wednesday, I had tickets to a Cubs game that night and was going to go with a guy I knew from high school, but had to cancel. There are only three home games before the season ends and I really want to go to one. I might try for the Monday night game instead.

-The complications of going to the Monday night game include having to be up at 6:30 both Monday and Tuesday to get the neighbor up, ready, and to school. The first week of this went fine. The second week he suddenly developed morning diarrhea and spent ages in the bathroom until he was informed that he didn't have a choice and he was going to have to make an attempt to get through school (his grandmother's call). I don't know the kid well enough to know if he's faking, but judging by his grandma, the kid will be going to school unless he's dead. All I know is I don't feel like going through these battles every morning. The pay is good, but not that good.

-If I do want to go to the Monday night game, I've got it all worked out with Mom for the girls' Spanish lessons. At first, they quite liked seeing Aunt Kiki three days a week. Now that they've realized I'm there to learn them up, the charm has worn off. We played review games today that they really liked, so that's good. Some days are better than others.

-The way the Monday game shakes out is such: I'd have to get up at 6:30 and get the boy to school. Come home and nap. Go to Mom's and teach Spanish, leaving by 1:30. Drive to Chicago, do the park and ride to Wrigley, watch the game, park and ride back to the car, drive home. I'd get home between 12:30 and 2 depending when the game ended and I got back to my car. I would then nap and get up at 6:30 in the morning to take the boy to school. I'd then come home and nap that afternoon before floorset. So the question is can my 32 year old self run like my 22 year old self used to? I'm kind of hoping so. We'll see.

-Apple and Pork festival this weekend. Imma get me an apple donut.

The end.
whiski_sour: (zzz)
This week I start working all three of my "jobs".

Monday and Tuesday I'll be getting up at 6:30 so I can get the kid nextdoor up and ready for school and then actually take him to school. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday I'll leave the house by 12:30 so I can get to Mom's house by 1 to teach Spanish. Then Tuesday, I go to my first floorset at The Limited. I'll leave at 6:30 so I can get there by 7 to fill out paperwork before the actual shift begins, which is scheduled for 8 to midnight.

I'm tired just thinking about it.

I've also got an order for two chokers for a belly dancing friend and I'm hoping I can unload tickets to a Cubs game I can't go to because I have to work. At the end of all things, I should be able to pay the bills AND be able to afford to go to my last Cubs game of the year.

Things are starting to come together and look up, money-wise.

I'm still tired just thinking about it, though.
whiski_sour: (you love me)
I was going to tell you all about my job interview yesterday, but that's kind of moot since I got offered a job.

I originally applied for a floor set gig at The Limited. When I was called for an interview, I was asked if I wanted to be considered for a floor associate job, too. I said sure.

It was a group interview with two other girls. They are both very nice and I'm sure that one of them got offered a floor associate job. I don't know how she couldn't. She had that outgoing, gregarious personality and dressed like she was on top of all of the fashion trends. The other girl was a sweetie who was rocking a red 50's style dress that I loved. I wouldn't be surprised if she got offered a job, too. She was a little shy, but had a lovely personality.

It really was a fun interview, but I left pretty certain that I wouldn't be getting offered a floor associate job. First of all, I'm at a disadvantage since their dress code really leans towards wearing Limited clothing and I can't fit into any of it (though they apparently have a plus line that just recently launched). Not to mention that it ain't cheap to be pretty and I don't have the money to invest in a whole new wardrobe just to work.

Secondly, I felt old. One girl was still in college and the other one had just graduated high school. I've never been hip, particularly with fashion. I've always just done my own thing. Never thought much about it until then. Yowza. I felt soooo old and unqualified.

However, a lot of what I got to talk about was working in jewelry and shoes and all of the mod sets I did. I thought that might appeal to them in terms of the floor set gig.

I was right.

It's only eight hours every couple of weeks, but it's guaranteed money that I really need now.

It's a start and I'm happy for it.
whiski_sour: (milkshake)
I've got another job interview on Wednesday, this time at The Limited. The job I applied for is floorset, which works after hours. However, it turns out that gig only works for about 8 hours every two weeks. The lady I spoke with asked if I'd like to be considered for floor associate, too.


Just don't hold it against me that I can't fit into any of the clothes you sell.

It's also going to be a group interview. The lady I spoke with said there'd be about four other girls interviewing with me.

This is going to be fun.

I might not get this job, but I'm going to have a good time trying. I can already tell.
whiski_sour: (wtfx4)
There are times when everything happens at once.

Yesterday, I booked a job interview and I found out the remaining Monkees will be playing 12 dates in November.

The job interview is tomorrow at the Mobil Super Pantry down the street. A gas station/convenience store job would be considered low brow for most, but since most of my jobs have been crap jobs, it's a good fit for me. The fact that it's down the street makes it that much more appealing. It's like retail and that's where I'm most comfortable. So, we'll see how it goes. I guess my dad knows the guy that will be interviewing me. I hope he doesn't hold that against me.

The Monkees touring is HUGE. It's Mike, Peter, and Micky. Mike hasn't gone on tour with these guys since '97. I saw Micky, Peter, and Davy 15 years ago this month and it was fantastic. I would love to see Mike. Of course, me going hinges on getting a job and/or making regular money in some way because I can't afford it. Tickets go on sale tomorrow for the Chicago show. There's no way I can get tickets now. I have to hope that I can get tickets if I get the money.

The money-less state I'm in is really cramping my fun. Not only will I likely miss out on The Monkees, but I'm also missing out on a Cubs lunch next week that I REALLY want to go to because my lefty will be there.

The money-less state is also cramping my everything. I can't afford to buy shampoo right now and I need to come up with 100 extra bucks this month to pay my car registration.

In short, I could really use this job.

Or someone to pay me to do something.

Or winning the lotto.

Whatever. Need money. My life is all cramped. Tired of this no fun existence.
whiski_sour: (vrooom!)
I'm afraid my life has been very dull lately. Lack of work means lack of money which means lack of a social life which means lack of interesting things to talk about.

Here are a few things of note, I suppose:

I did go to the Frontier League All-Star Game and Home Run Derby, which I blogged and tweeted about. There's a guy that works for the Belters (not a ballplayer) who I find dead sexy. I tried to get pics of him, but couldn't get anything good. Haley tried with her hi-powered camera, but he was elusive. I'll try again my next game.

Dad had his cancer check-up. Everything looks pretty good. He's getting three maintenance treatments and then he'll go back in October for another check-up. So all is going well on that front. He can pee and that's what makes him happy.

I'm slogging through the heavy revisions/rewrites on one of my novel manuscripts because a) I need to get SOMETHING agent ready and b) it makes me feel like less of a worthless lump of fat. I put the first chapter of it up on my blog to see if anyone would have any interest in actually reading the whole thing should it ever get published. It's a curiosity/feedback thing.

I've been working on my belly dancing and I kind of want to do something with it. Carrie and I have a friend who teaches classes and performs and she's invited me to attend/teach and perform with her and I've been considering it. The only catch is her dancing is tribal and mine is more cabaret. Not sure how that would work out together.

I've thought about doing belly dancing as a kind of a party favor. Example: instead of hiring a male stripper for a bachelorette party, you hire me. I dance, teach the party a few dance moves, and then we freestyle for a fun, female experience. I don't know how much work I'd get doing that, though. I do know I'd be better than the local male stripper.

(Yes, we have a local male stripper. I've only seen him with his clothes on as he shops in Walmart. He only got rid of his mullet in the last few years. No, I'm not making any of this up.)

I'm still in the market for a day job. I've put in some more applications, but haven't heard anything. It's a tough time to be out of work and I realize my position is luckier than most, but still. I need to earn some money and I'm having trouble doing that right now. I like paying my bills. I like buying stuff I need. I like buying stuff I don't need, too.

Don't take my silence for absence. I read here every day, so if you post something, I see it. If you miss my rambling drivel, Twitter is where I'm at.

Just mute the Cubs hashtag for your own sanity.
whiski_sour: (Fiona TCB)
I never did hear back from that job interview. I guess they didn't like the idea of a single girl in their midst, trying to steal their husbands. Oh well.

I took Carrie to the airport on Sunday. She's going on home for the first time since she's moved here. It's an anxiety laden trip for her. On one hand, she's excited to go back and see her best friend and watch her friend's son graduate from high school. She's looking forward to seeing one of her cousins and an aunt, too. A little less excited to see her grandma, but she's got the Alzheimer's real good and doesn't remember much past 1984, so it's going to be a tough, but necessary trip just so she can say goodbye.

On the other hand, she's worried that her mother will cause problems, that she'll have a panic attack at the graduation, that she'll be forced to see people she doesn't want to see, all the stuff she worries about that may never happen, but she's got to stress over it. Leading up to the trip she kept having dreams that I wouldn't let her come back to the house. I told her there was a fat chance of that because I wasn't moving all of her stuff. The dreams stopped after that.

At any rate, I hope she has a good time. She could use it.
whiski_sour: (this just in)
-I house sat for Aunt Jo for a week. It was a nice little vacation except I had to spend it with dogs that don't obey well. They're good dogs for the most part, but I was spoiled by the ones I had that would, you know, come when they were called without having to scream the command fifteen times.

-While I was house sitting I got a call from a credit union I'd applied to. I went in for an interview last Tuesday. I think it went okay, I'm supposed to hear back on whether or not I get a second interview. Honestly, I wouldn't be heartbroken if I didn't. I know I need the money, but I get the feeling it's all women and I'd be the only single and/or childless one in the bunch. That could be a questionable environment for someone like me. We'll see what happens.

-Visited my grandma and Aunt T yesterday. Grandma is doing better since her brain surgery back in January. She lost a lot of weight while she was sick and she's starting to put a little of it back on. She went ahead with her glaucoma surgeries even though Mom wanted her to get it done by a different eye doctor (because it was the eye doctor that was responsible for her ending up in the hospital in January to begin with), but she didn't. She had her second eye surgery last Wednesday. So she's got balance problems, vertigo, and can't see out of one eye, but she won't sit still when there's company about. Also, they changed her medication so she can drink again. At least one normal has been restored.

-I missed my LJ anniversary back in May. Again. 11 years here. Huzzah.
whiski_sour: (repeat)
I'm starting to look and apply for part-time jobs. I need a little more money coming in since I'm not making much. Pretty much everything I've done thus far, aside from doing the rummage sale on eBay, has been a bust.

So far, most of the possible gigs I'm finding are out of town, but if I work at least 15 hours a week making minimum wage, I can cover my bills and gas. I won't get rich, but I won't be scrambling to pay bills while I'm trying to get more short stories published either. And if my car would be up to making the out of town drives a few days a week, that would help even more in terms of gas.

I didn't get hardly any writing done working full-time and I was miserable for it. Part-time is the compromise that should work for me. I started to do it towards the end of my last stint at Wal-Mart. It's my best bet right now.

If I'm going to make this work, I've got to do whatever it takes. I'm hell bent on it now. No going back.
whiski_sour: (Groove)
My last day of work was Friday. I made sure to say goodbye to all of the drivers in town (including doubling back to catch Stephen), got a hug from Albert, Kent, and Shilo, and, I admit, shed a few tears on the drive home. I say again, I won't miss the work, but I will miss the people. I was told before I left to come back and visit. I'll be doing that.

Hit the family reunion yesterday. I just stayed long enough to eat and visit with the people I wanted to see before I left. It was kind of weird without Papa there, though they did have a big picture of him over the dessert table, which I found kind of creepy. I don't need a bad picture of my dead grandpa lording over me while I get my piece of cherry pie. I mean it was well meaning, but I still wasn't comfortable with it.

After the reunion, I took the girls to the last Cornbelters game of the season. They got to spend some time in the bouncy houses and get their faces painted before mean Aunt Kiki made them sit in their seats and watch the game. Hammie was actually pretty into the game from the get-go. Hobbit and Howlin' Mad Smurf, not so much. It took a few innings before they caught on to the concept of cheering for the Belters. By the end, they were chanting "Let's Go Corn!" right on cue.

I was disappointed that they wouldn't dance during the dancing inning. How do they not know how to do the YMCA? That's just ridiculous that they're so uneducated in the ways of community dance. However, they redeemed themselves by singing the 7th inning stretch.

I won a signed a jersey and they got their freebie t-shirts signed by the whole team and Corny. They got to run the bases afterwards. In the end, they had a blast and they want to go again next season. Aunt Kiki will only be too happy to take them.

Tomorrow I go back to work for myself. It's going to be weird not waking up at 5:30 to head to the cube. It'll be a few weeks before I start working with DaLette, so I really need to get the book done and the jewelry site rolling as quickly as possible.

I'm back to working for myself and I'm one bitch of a boss.
whiski_sour: (goddess)
My last Second Monday wasn't so bad, though this morning was a total clusterfuck.

Word is getting around that I'm leaving which makes me feel very awkward, but I took it upon myself to tell a couple of the drivers. I'm hoping to see as many of them as I can tomorrow before I leave.

I made cheesecake brownie cupcakes to take for my last day. I won't miss the cube, but I will miss them.
whiski_sour: (listen to the music)
This last week at work is turning out to be more of a hell week than I thought. Between Hurricane Irene, a plant mess up, and getting two more plants dumped on us, Monday and Tuesday felt more like four days instead of two. I'm indeed disappointed that tomorrow isn't Friday.

Speaking of the hurricane, you'd think that it's approach would make the east coast plant pause and say, hey, let's hold off a day on deliveries to see what happens. Nope. They sent our driver, who was running late due to road closures in NJ/NY anyway, then gets to Vermont and finds out that he can't get to his first two stops because THE ROADS AND BRIDGES ARE WASHED OUT. No kidding.

That was Monday. Today we get a call from the plant because those customers want their stuff and they just have to have their stuff this week and are pissed that we didn't get it to them sooner. Hello? YOU COULDN'T GET TO YOUR DAMN PLACE OF BUSINESS DUE TO FLOODING. HOW DO YOU EXPECT US TO GET THERE? So Ron will be out until Saturday getting these customers their stuff.

We'll just never mind the fact that a few of the other places he delivered didn't have power and one of the towns had been "washed off the map" according to one guy.

We'll also just never mind that the second Maine truck (which is a stupid idea anyway) will actually be getting to stops ahead of the first truck due to the hurricane putting him so far behind.


I also spent five days trying to get in contact with someone about their delivery (first to tell them when it was scheduled, then to tell them it was late, even though they didn't know it was late because I never got a hold of him) and by the time I finally got in touch with a human being that I didn't have to leave a message they wouldn't return, they told me that they'd canceled that order.

So, yeah, it's been all kinds of clusterfuck that make me happy this is my last week and I wish it would go quicker.

However, since today was better, Chad took me, Albert, and Crystal out to lunch since it's my last week and we won't have time to go on Friday. Word is also starting to make its way 'round that I'm leaving. The plant manager, John, told me he wasn't accepting my resignation. Chad, Albert, and Crystal have all said the same thing.

I hate this sort of thing. This is why I waited as long as I could before I let anyone find out I was leaving. I like the people I work with. I'm going to miss seeing them every day. I'm going to miss being part of the team.

So far the only driver I'm sure of that knows I'm leaving is the new driver, Joe. I haven't told any of the others, but I'm sure word may start getting around. If I see Gary or George or Mike tomorrow, I'll tell them. Everybody will know within five minutes of telling them. They're just like old women after church. Gossip, gossip, gossip.

I've got a lot of mixed emotions right now. I knew I would. But in the long run, I feel this will be for the best.

Gonna miss them, though.
whiski_sour: (Busted!)
I know I still owe an entry about my future, but can I just say that I'm really going to miss most of the people that I work with and if it weren't for the actual job I wouldn't be so miserable there?

Because that's all true.

If I just got paid to hang out in my cube with Albert, Chad, Crystal, Shilo, Gina, Kent, and Henderson with occasional visits from my home plant drivers, I'd be good to go.

Doesn't work that way though.

Shame, that.
whiski_sour: (this just in)
I put in my notice at work. My last day is September 2nd.

Discussions about the future to come. Get a preview on the blog.
whiski_sour: (*headdesk*)
Another driver bailed on us, leaving us scrambling to cover his loads for the week. I've got another driver nearly a day late because a) he broke down on the way home Friday and b) his load was done wrong and someone had to fix it (a reocurring problem at this particular plant).

So, I'm making late calls while fielding the typical It's Monday Where's My Stuff calls while trying to get last minute information to drivers on the road. And then there's the pile of regular phone calls that need to be made.

And the driver trip sheets that I have to review.

And the violations sheets that I have to compile even though I'm pretty sure that Chad doesn't look at them.

And the board needs updated.

And we've hired someone new, Crystal, to help us in the office. She spent the afternoon watching me make phone calls and explaining my job. Not that there's a lot to it, but she's sitting in my cube so I feel compelled to say something. She's going to be handling our drivers once we get her trained up. I imagine she'll be doing other things, too, but that's her main gig.

Starting next week, I'll be working 8-5 taking an hour lunch. Right now I'm working 7-4:30 taking a half hour lunch. I'm already hitting 5 o'clock a couple of days a week now. I look forward to hitting 5:30. Because I can't seem to get it all done in one shift.

They need to go back to that temp service and get someone to replace me. I can't hack this gig.
whiski_sour: (Groove)
-I survived another week of work. I swear, it felt like every driver was running behind at some point this week and our Eastern plant has some of the most uncooperative, unhelpful people running it. They seem not understand that we can neither break the law or physics to accomplish what they want us to do. My attempts to force choke them were unsuccessful.

-Speaking of drivers, I failed to mention that Marvin took a hike on us. Shame. I really liked him. Left us in quite a big lurch which has contributed to our problems.

-In other driver news, Stephen hasn't been acting like himself the past several weeks. He's gone from happy-go-lucky and chatty to serious business and so short it was to the point of curt. Today he showed signs of his old self, actually talking to me for more than a split second hello. Albert tried talking to him, asked what's bothering him, but he insists it's nothing. It's been worrying us for a while, but maybe this turn means he's getting back to normal. I hope so.

-In non-work news, I got my hair cut. I went for a different style. It's awkward. It doesn't matter what style I choose, my hair chooses its own and it always takes me a few days to figure out how to work it. When it get it figured out, I'll have to post pictures of the style I picked and the style I ended up with. It'll blow your mind.

-There's been a change in our line-up going to Wrigley next Saturday. See, when Haley and I went to KC, Natalie was bummed she couldn't go. So we decided to go to Wrigley and take Haley's husband Matt. Well, Natalie's sister Sarah was bummed she couldn't go, so she started begging Matt to give her his ticket. He finally did. So it's going to be an all girl trip to Wrigley, a double sister feature (Haley's my sister from another mister, friends over 25 years now). Chicago has been put on notice.

-I think I might have a sinus infection. It's not pleasant and I'm treating it with irregation right now because I don't know what else to do for it without going to the doctor and I don't have time for that.

-Fun active sleeping period. I sleep with my penguin Quinn. Quinn wears a Cubs hat that was worn by a player (it's too big, but he wears it well). I had a dream about this Cubs player. Can't really remember the dream, but I did a fair bit of moving because when I woke up, the hat was gone. In a panic, I searched for it in the dark and found it...on the floor on the other side of my bed. No idea why it was there or how it got there.

-I also slept at least part of last night with my head at the opposite end of the bed, nearly in the window. Not the first time I've done that.

I think that catches things up.


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