Hello to everyone! I gave in to the nap... and may go to bed early.
I am trying to decide whether to Call the Man (Dentist). I know I should... but ooohhh... this IS a pretty busy week... plus the terrible cold weather doesn't make me eager to get out and about... AND -- I'm kinda terrified of what will be needed. I've had a spot on one tooth that dentist has been "watching" for the last two years. I remember him using that term at past check-ups. Well... I think I know what he's watching for. I have begun to have severe, sudden sensitivity to -- something. I can brush my teeth, floss, and eat pretty well, but every once in a while, I get this sharp, "quickening" sensation. Usually like when I breathe in deeply or something -- to cause air to hit it. * sigh * I am NOT a happy camper. I can't tell exactly which tooth it is, but it is either one that already has a crown on it, OR it is one that has a large filling in it already -- which will probably require a crown at this point. Ugh. I just totally DESPISE even thinking about this, and I HATE the dental work... and I HATE the $$$ involved. Because we do not have dental insurance. * sheesh *
I made remarkable progress w/my back-up files. Once I am working from one (specific) file to another, it works very well, and it does ask me if I want to delete/replace or keep both files with the same name. HOWEVER... if I just do a blanket "My Documents" or "My Pictures" to the new one, yep... looks like I get copies of EVERYTHING. File NAMES are not the same, obviously, from My Passport to my PC. I wasn't that organized. I don't do a lot of files on my PC... (except in My Pictures, but when I started seeing documents in triplicate on the Passport... I realized there was a problem and started organizing there.
If I can just be consistent with saving, though, I think I can get a handle on it.
I did go to the teachers' lunch thing today, enjoyed it.
Saw dmom... she had lost her SUV keys so drove truck out here to get spare keys from me. Mentioned, "I may end up giving that truck to (ds)... I want a truck, but I don't need one that size. I've just got to decide what I do want. I don't want (ds's) truck, but I could trade it in on something else."
Hmmmm... Of course, it will probably be another 8 or 9 months till she DECIDES... but my goodness, she does have sooo many decisions to make. She wants to sell 2 Corvettes and a boat, plus 2 utiltity trailers. Plus she has to get her taxes in order... insurance claims filed... and all her health concerns taken care of. If I were in her shoes, I'd probably lie on the couch and zone out to old Westerns on tv, too.
She also said, "I just don't think I'm going to be any better until I have that surgery, so I might as well back my ears and do it."
That of course makes me nervous and fretful, too, but the sooner it's done, the sooner it's over.
Went to Wmart w/dh... bought our groceries plus almost $70 worth of groceries for dmil. Delivered those to dmil.
DH started washing towels and I went to sleep.
* WHEW * So glad the fire was contained, OKay! (((BIG HUGS))) for LO!
Looks like lots of hugs are needed in the village... hope all of you who are dealing with illness or various aggravations * hives, for example! * feel much better soon... and hope you caregivers can find a few moments to care for yourselves.
days and nights reversed. When I don't have to go anywhere, I revert to my natural night owl schedule. I wish I were a morning person, but, alas, I am not.
Elizabeth, I am so glad to see that there are others out there like dh & me. It's kinda embarrassing to be a nightowl in a normal world -- like when dcousin stopped in at 10:30 in the morning and I obviously was still in bed.

But dh says the remote chance of that happening is not enough to make him want to rearrange his schedule to suit the world. Says he is 62 years old; he should be able to go to bed when he wants to, LOL!
Harriet is exactly right though, re: the frustrations that go along with it. Living on Elvis Presley Time only works well if, like Elvis, one has an entourage that awakes early to take care of the rest of the world. And of course, seeing that Elvis' life ended at 42... maybe that didn't work, either. Of course, I'm sure he had other problems besides being a night owl.
I need to exercise. Maybe someone will come tell me they are proud of me too. Not likely.