The down arrow on my netbook is broken.
It's one of those things that you think you hardly ever use until it's broken, and you can't use it anymore.
Work has been really busy. I'm not working a lot of extra hours, but I spend my days at full speed. It's exhausting.
And then I drive home in the dark.
I had my cyst appointment on Wednesday. It was a beautiful day - warm, with the sun shining - and it was nice to leave the office. They didn't end up removing the cyst since it had burst - it's possible that the lining is gone and it won't reoccur. If it comes back, they'll take it out.
The chicken wire I bought for Halloween is still sitting in the front porch. I'm glad I bought the small roll.
Week 2 and I'm still enjoying not boxing. There is a punching bag in the gym at work, and I spent a few minutes on it on Tuesday. And then I decided it was too hard and I spent the rest of my time on the elliptical.
I took my winter jacket out this week. I'd forgotten how soft and light it is.
I desperately need some new shirts. I'm sure I wore clothes last winter, but I can't for the life of me figure out what. Every morning I stare into my closet hoping something warm will appear, but no luck so far.
I keep hearing about snow from friends and family - Utah, Saskatchewan, New York, Calgary. There's no snow here. I haven't even raked the leaves yet.
(There have been years where there has been snow before I rake the leaves. Sometimes it's even because the snow was early.)
I'm not ready for snow, anyway. I don't want to have to wear boots. And Wanda isn't working overnights this year, so I'm going to have to clean off the car. There's no rush. It'll get here eventually.
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