Just checkin in so that my post doesn't slip into the MLC Twilight Zone. Nothing much to report. Life goes on, and is more good than bad. I bought the new baby a gift and took it to the house; got to hold the baby.
Still waiting on the Alimony wagon to kick in. Last notice said he was waiting for the monies from the sale of the house. I believe this should be catagorized Not My Problem, but I'll hold my breath just a bit longer.
Life is Work, Home, Church, and Wal-Mart. I'm quite scandelous, as I have been seen at the Library as often as once a week. I've even been seen mowing my lawn in an old pair of Charlie Brown PJ's. Men are flocking to my door. The mailman, the water meter reader, the gas meter reader, the trashman.. . . . To spice up my Saturday nights, I go the the grocery and fell up the avocadoes. Not to sound ungrateful or unhappy. I am in a sort of peaceful limbo, what you might call a Induced Social Coma. Good for healing of the mind and body.
Best be off to bed, I have a new library book, and if the neighbors see my lights on after 8 P.M., they may come to check on me.
