It felt kinda isolated, but Crazy Hat Ross came over and hung with us a bit, taking a break. I think she's a pretty good egg, that one.
Got clothes in the dryer. So much of the time it feels like it's all I can do to cope with the basics of life and get a little socializing in.
There goes Bert with his recycling. Once in a blue moon I beat him getting the trash out. Damn, I still have to do the litter box and trash, on top of my homework and Sunday evening get-together.
At least the dog's splooting a little less.
And that's the current reportage of the Dear Diary sort, minus the details of the dark nights of the soul.
