Little Bit of This, Little Bit of That

1. So I wanted to apologize for my temper tantrum yesterday. I don't get like that often - I'm a world-class bottler, so I don't generally make a habit of spewing at people like that. To those of you who commented, thanks; you're made of awesomesauce. To those of you who did not, I hope I didn't scare you off me for life. I promise I'm rarely like that. Please come back, I love you.

I was telling kazzy24 today that I've been feeling tired. Weary. I think it's mostly the job, but other things - like the whole "loser for not having friends" business - those poisons slink in stealthily and curl in loops around my ankles while I'm occupied and struggling with the challenges of work, and when I set the work down and get up to stretch, the loops tighten and I fall flat on my face.

Anyway, I'm sorry. And I love you all. Fathomlessly. I should tell you that more often.

2. Still gotta go see a few places. Will be checking out Beth's place on Saturday if I can arrange it, and maybe a couple places elsewhere, too. I'll keep you informed.

3. It was nearly forty degrees today. Enough snow was melted that I could see patches of grass in several places. Tomorrow, however, we're supposed to get between five and eight inches more, with winds gusting at up to 30 miles per hour. *rolls eyes* I know I love winter, but even I have my limits. I suppose, though, that March isn't "in like a lion, out like a lamb" for nothing. *sighs and digs out paper for a letter*

"Dear Wisconsin: Eight inches of snow and ridiculous amounts of wind might be coming your way. Just a heads up. Stay warm. Love, Minnesota."

4. One of my sisters keeps turning up the heat in the house. We've been sleeping with the windows open each night because somehow, after we've turned it down, she sneaks around and cranks it back up. I'm trying to decide whether we just keep leaving the windows open in our room each night and put up with it till we move, or if we should get a dummy box so she thinks she's turning it up but really isn't. *rolls eyes again*

5. Tonight and tomorrow we're moving my grandma out of assisted living and into a nursing home. Her memory is at the point where she can't remember where her room is after she eats, and so she just goes into whatever room happens to be at the place where she decides she's walked far enough. She's been discovered in other people's beds, in other people's easy chairs, etc. And she is a lifelong member of the "never wear underwear" club, but has very dry, always itchy skin, so she's been caught - several times - just lifting her dress wherever she is and scratching at her belly. Which, of course, is a couple eyes full and a half. She'll be in the memory ward at the new place, so she won't be able to wander off, and they'll be able to give her the attention she needs there. So while a little sad, she's as amusing as ever. :)

6. Don't you hate it when your fingernail breaks way far down, and part of the skin of your finger rips off with it and it bleeds like a stuck pig? Because I do.

7. You know what? I don't think I have a seven. Sorry. Guess I'll just say I hope you've all had a good day. ;)

EDIT: 8. I lied. There's something else. I wanted to give a warm, if a little belated, welcome to superbeffie.
Welcome!
I look forward to getting to know you better, Beth!

9. OK, I'm done for real, now. ;)