Nobody told me there would be days like this... (Thank you, John Lennon for the title.)

I won't dump too much on the ol' blog, but people talk about Mondays being a bad day.  For WHATEVER unknown reason, today was my Monday...

I awoke to my ankle trying to see how many nerves it could activate, pain wise.  Deciding that sleep was a waste of effort I just got up.  Stumbled on the bedcovers.  Managed to get into the bathroom, without breaking me, or any thing else.  Gained a blinkin' pound!  And I was a good kid this week!  As the LOLcats say "DO. NOT. WANT." 

I walked, and it was SO cold.  I think Husband said it was 17 degrees F, (I gather that is about -8, for you C people, either measure translates to BRRR!!!), and I was actually having a hard time getting my walking done, I guess I didn't realize that when it's that cold, it can hurt to breathe when you aren't used to it.  Plus the added attraction of ice on the path, oh, joy... 

So, I get myself together, and get ready to go into the substation, and I get down the road about 2 miles, have to turn around and go home to get my purse!  I ended up calling, to let my "boss" know I was going to be late, she was worried it was because of the ice.  I told her no, it was because today was... interesting.  She did even offer to let me skip, but I figured I was packed and ready to go, so I went. 

So, here I am at the substation, I haven't destroyed anything, I only labelled one envelope upside down, and I am starting to figure out how Pandora works, so I am getting music that is to my taste.   And the wather is warming up, so the day is sort of improving. 

I guess...

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Yesterday I made a deputy blush, it was cool! 

I don't think they realized I'd arrived, and were discussing Thanksgiving.  One asked the other, "You have duty on Thanksgiving?"
"No, I'm off."
"You have any plans?"
"Not yet."
" Oh, your wife hasn't decided what you're doing over Thanksgiving?"

For some reason this cracked me up, and I burst out laughing.  Next thing I know, there is a very, VERY pink deputy peeking around the barrier, with a sheepish grin.  I waved him away, and went back to what I was doing.

Amazing how the topic suddenly turned to snow tires and an upcoming meeting...

; D

(Husband found a bunch of new-to-me guitar books while we were cleaning out the closet.  Is that a sign I better start again, or what?)