The monkey I call a supplier of hardware was supposed to come by at 5. I get a phone call, now. 6 hours later. He’s in my driveway, and wants to come in to test his crap. I agree, and it turns out he has one of his kids with him. I like kids, but since he has his with him, I can’t really comfortably bawl him out for being late, waking me up, and, it turns out, not having all of the hardware I requested. Ah well. I did get to talk to my sweetheart briefly today, took care of some shopping, and recovered from a uvula the size of Rhode Island. I stayed home from work today, but I was a little icky-sicky. I got a little reading in, launched a half-dozen resumes, but failed to do much walking. I sat on the porch, and relaxed quite a lot.

Well, fortunately I have the laptop to post from. (and to do my work on…)

I’m contemplating taking another mental health day tomorrow… I don’t want to bring sore throat germs into work, plus, I want to accomplish the things I didn’t do today.

I don’t like strangers in my house. I’m funny that way. Even the hardware guy is alien to me… I don’t much enjoy having friends inside, either. This apartment is a tiny one, with just enough room to be cozy for one, intimate for two, and crowded with any more than that.

I need rest.