My pater wasn't discharged into the nursing facility until yesterday. I'm going up Tuesday. Believe me, I'd've been up there long before if I didn't have to deal with the ms. My mum's mail is rerouted to my box, and so the women's mags and TV Guides are piling up, all but unopened. I say "all but," because one had an interview with Priscilla Presley that made me laugh. She told Elvis the jumpsuits didn't look good anymore. And she sensed something was NOT QUITE RIGHT about MJ's desire to marry her daughter.
Elizabeth called me yesterday -- she had received a new phone book and was excited to see her listing. Cool!
I'm on this stopping-the-glacier type thing now, where I am doing nothing but I'm getting tireder and tireder. The offer, by some dude, on my mum's trailer has fallen through. I received a dunning letter about the car loan. I admit that the stress right now just MIGHT have something to do with the way I feel.
I spent some time redoing part of Susan's website -- why, I JUST DON'T KNOW. And I redid a totally unecessary part of mine. It looks great, but the amount of stuff makes it so huge I'm not quite sure I want to commit to it. I won't upload until I decide I really want it.