--Had to go to the clinic last night for labs. I took off my sweatshirt (never fear, this far north you learn how to layer), but that still left heavy jeans, wallet and keys in the pockets, it was nighttime, and I'd just finished a large glass of tea.
So why did THEIR scale put me at 8 lbs. LIGHTER than mine did this morning, pre-shower, pre-food, etc?
Don't get me wrong, I'll take it -- but once again, you get what you pay for, and I only paid $10 for that scale at Walgreens.
(As long as we're on the subject, an update on the $4 haircut I complained about a month or so ago: It's grown out both rapidly and badly and already needs to be cut again. Blah.)
--Who wants the challenge of helping me write a 140-character resume to put up on Twitter? One of the tweeters I follow is soliciting them from displaced journos (as a public service, I suppose).
--Icicles are scary-looking. (I'm staring at dozens of them hanging from the roof of the house next door.)
(When I was a little kid, btw, I used to think it was "next-STORE neighbor" instead of "next-door." Then again, my sister Terese convinced me that the first line of the national anthem was "Jose, can you see..." and that there truly was some guy named Jose sitting at the top of a flagpole somewhere, singing it 24/7. She also told me that when it thunders, Harold the Angel -- who likes to bowl, but sucks at it -- had just rolled another gutterball in heaven. Oh, and let's not forget the "Grand Cannon," which I had pictured as some gargantuan Civil War weapon instead of a gargantuan geologic formation.
I grew up to become a professional skeptic. Imagine. :-D)
--I'm avoiding doing things that will actually net me money. Can you tell? :-)