. . . with my people I haven’t seen in six months?
Totally worth it, but it is keeping up until midnight again.
This stupid email program crashed again. It’s so ridiculous it is actually making me laugh. Not maniacally, either. I am genuinely amused by the futility of trying to get this thing sorted out.
I will have to call the company, cancel my contract with them, and start using one of my other emails immediately. Really not so bad. The web browser on that program is ancient anyway. Last updated in 1994 maybe.
As long as I have to deal with this company’s utter failure to provide dependable service anyway, I may as well create a new Gmail account with a fun new address. There’s my silver lining.
Meanwhile, ALL my messages are back in one folder now, many of them duplicates, and the jumble has grown to 5,312. Unbelievable.
I couldn’t believe how rusty I was at it, but I have always loved hula hooping and am now the extremely pleased owner of a 2-pound, 42-inch hula hoop!
I was the neighborhood champion and teacher of all things hoopish as a kid. I did not blame myself when my new hoop fell to the ground. ;·) But then I remembered the posture. I don’t need to see what color my hoop is while it’s spinning around me. So I corrected my position and looked straight ahead, and voila! I can work a hula hoop again and I’m superdiduper excited about it!