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I had a fairly long afternoon yesterday, was feeling pretty low-energy, but stuck to my 6:30 workout class. And I do mean "stuck"- because even after it finished, I could not escape from it.
It's Old Home Days in our adjacent village, and Tuesday night is the big parade. There is no back or side exit from the gym's parking lot, so I just sat, outside in the humidity, cursing firemen and Irish dancing girls. I am so going to hell.
Finally, the last marchers passed, and I got home.... to a house where the power had been out, on and off, for the previous half hour. (I'd seen some foreboding-looking National Grid trucks at the turn off North Forest into our subdivision, so this wasn't entirely unexpected.) It continued to blink on and off like a beer sign well into the night, so clocks and microwaves and such needed another goosing when I got up.
And just now, a lawyer I know in Rochester sent me That E-mail. Same one I got from one of our ministers last month- about being stranded overseas and needing money wired to him. Fortunately, I needed to contact him anyway about something, so for once, a spammer did a good thing, serving as an unintentional reminder.
It's now 9:00. Do you know where YOUR gremlins are?
It's Old Home Days in our adjacent village, and Tuesday night is the big parade. There is no back or side exit from the gym's parking lot, so I just sat, outside in the humidity, cursing firemen and Irish dancing girls. I am so going to hell.
Finally, the last marchers passed, and I got home.... to a house where the power had been out, on and off, for the previous half hour. (I'd seen some foreboding-looking National Grid trucks at the turn off North Forest into our subdivision, so this wasn't entirely unexpected.) It continued to blink on and off like a beer sign well into the night, so clocks and microwaves and such needed another goosing when I got up.
And just now, a lawyer I know in Rochester sent me That E-mail. Same one I got from one of our ministers last month- about being stranded overseas and needing money wired to him. Fortunately, I needed to contact him anyway about something, so for once, a spammer did a good thing, serving as an unintentional reminder.
It's now 9:00. Do you know where YOUR gremlins are?