A Little Bit of This.....and That

It's Tuesday....I've been home for two days.....and I'm bored.  I have a ton of things to do around the house, loads of books to read, an afghan for my daughter to work on, work related reading I need to do, but there is no one here....to talk to.  (I'll give you a minute to grab a tissue)

I really am at my peak when there is a routine and I'm under time constraints.  Then a cape appears around my neck and things are accomplished at record speed.  And it's not like I'm just laying around...I am getting things done...it's just not as fun as it used to be; being by myself that is.

I've made a little office for myself upstairs and tomorrow I am going to organize things.  I need to get back online with West Georgia--I'm going over there next week to talk with my adviser.  And I miss the library here..they have remodeled it and opening day is next Tuesday.  I love to walk around the library and look at all the books.  If I was ever stranded inside a building; it would have to be the library.  A library that just happened to have a fully stocked coffee shop, drinking water, and gorgeous bathrooms.  I read a book in which the character started with A and vowed to read every single book in the library. 

I've been walking at the track early in the morning;  the same people walk as I do.  I call them my "track" family.  As I passed one of the ladies this morning she said it's been awhile since she has seen me.  Wasn't that nice?  Then I was thinking if she was thinking that maybe I had some mystery illness and that is why I haven't been.  Or my heart had been broken and I had just recovered after three weeks and decided to get back on track....get it...on track? 

Back to the library fantasy; it really did happen on the Twilight Zone!  But at the end of the story the man broke his glasses and he couldn't see a thing.  That was sad.....

I was also thinking that if Dear Abby had become famous for her advice column; then I could certainly do the same.  I still read Dear Abby because I can't stand the advice she gives.  Is she still living?  Maybe people think they are writing to Dear Abby but in reality it's a computer generated eight ball.

Speaking of eight balls; I had a glass one when I was younger.  My brother took it out of my room and rolled it down the hall as a bowling ball.  It broke!  I will never forget it because I actually used that eight ball to guide me in my quest for happiness.  I'm always looking for one and when I wrap it up here I think I will head on over to Ebay.

Dear Eight Ball,

Will my week get better as it moves forward?