Wrong place, wrong timing....
My big plan for today called for a visit to my local Kelly Services...and then I discovered that they're no longer where they were when I last availed myself of them. They're halfway to freaking Melbourne. This does not mesh with my plans to get together with J to discuss my finances. Since I have a workshop already scheduled for tomorrow (and confirmed by phone this morning), that's going to have to wait til Monday.
Saturday, we have a doggy event---a new vet's office is having a grand opening, and is showcasing local vendors, including us.
I have a stiff neck, which is irksome. They say growing old is not for sissies; clearly, I'm a wimp. If I'm this lily-livered at 50, I can just imagine what a ray of sunshine I'll be at 60. Assuming I don't get hit by a bus first.
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Saturday, we have a doggy event---a new vet's office is having a grand opening, and is showcasing local vendors, including us.
I have a stiff neck, which is irksome. They say growing old is not for sissies; clearly, I'm a wimp. If I'm this lily-livered at 50, I can just imagine what a ray of sunshine I'll be at 60. Assuming I don't get hit by a bus first.
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